Been in this grass here for the last ten hours My clothes are dirty but my mouth isn't dry How does it happen, does it fly through the air Oh, I gave up asking days away
And now I'm lying here waiting for the sound of thunder
Here I am, I'm the dotted line Cut the corners stick me to your door I'm the man who stepped off the path And I just lie here It's what I was made for
And now my eyes are closing but I still feel the land Leaning out for the touch of my hand
The world spins so fast That I might fly off The world spins so fast That I might fly off The world spins so fast That I might fly off
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