Sometimes I lie awake, wondering if I'll make it out of here, but the wind blows round my heels, so I stay I remember lying there, wishing I could be someone else trying to find somehow to get away.
If I asked him nicely d'you think he's show me how to fly, 'cos the dust has weighed my wings down, and I'm too tired to try.
Sometimes I sit here hearing voices in my head I try to understand, to make some sense.
I wonder if I had to, would I lie to save myself? A plea of guilty, but self defence.
If I asked him nicely d'you think he'd show me how? I'm sure he's out there listening, but he's too tied up right now to try
Try, all of my sins 'cos I can't stop now, just don't leave me behind.
Sometimes I lie awake, wondering if I'll get out of here, but the words stick in my throat and I stay. I remember lying there, wishing I could be someone else, trying to find somehow to get away
If I asked him nicely d'you think he's show me how to fly, 'cos the dust has weighed my wings down, and I'm too tired to try.
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