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Falling, Falling, Falling. |
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Written by Ryan Harris
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Sunday, 04 May 2008 |
I'm falling, falling, falling,
and there's nothing you can do;
I'm in and out of disabling doubt,
Which isn't exactly new.
I don't care if you're flying, now;
I'm watching all the clouds go by
While I'm singin' songs 'bout rights and wrongs
And times when I was flying high.
The moon rocks in its own shadow,
Much the same as you did mine.
I was really taken by those hours, wakin'
on a bed stained with summer wine.
I'm falling, falling, falling, babe;
I'm out of flying dreams
and I can't bear to see me there
Amid your high-flying schemes.
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