Come put your face on me.
Get me out of bed, my bed.
Make my head feel soft and free.
Or be taken out to sea on a stream.
Use your heart - don't be in hate.
Out here on the brink of all I could be.
The good inside of all my friends,
Save the good inside of me from me.
With everyone around using their wings
Use your heart - don't be in hate.
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