You can barely see me when the sky goes black
But a wind it blew, it drew a line
I could be so much more than this, I know
But instead I disregard this oxygen
I try to leave some kind of map
To let my lovers come, come follow me
I could be so much more than this, I know
But instead I disregard this oxygen
The first time that I fall
I could have been something, oh!
You keep me above the ground
You can barely see me when the sky goes black
But a wind it blew, it drew a line
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