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Lost Land
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Songs My grip's about to slip
These cramps too much to bare
Along these crowded steps
Ganna drop without a care
Weasle my way on
Whistle with this ease at hand
No more looking over now
A breeze outside the land
A breeze A breeze A breeze
A breeze that finally has touched me now
To travel on my way
Down a long and righteous path
Hope I'm never led astray
And avoid this raging wrath
Even when the staircase cracks
Below me, understand
I'm never looking back
Letting go of living in the lost land
Releasing Releasing Releasing
Releasing tethered tied to these tight reigns
Tip toe, Tip toe.
Tip toe, tip toe.
Tip toe, tip toe.
Tip toe to the tip of the top teir
Where we will walk awhile
And slip so slowly so
Drowning down the dark
Make my muscles moan.
Farther far from fear
Grasping greater gulps
Allow all to appear
