Writing my name at the top of the world
Thinking I know who I am
Finding my way through the cracks and the curves
Finally I'm able to stand
Then all at once I'm slipping away
Wishing I'd held out my hand
Nobody know's to what the degree
The injuries are when you land
I only know I'll climb up again
Maybe this time I'll hold out my hand




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