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Happy Thoughts for Flight
A struggling artist
Trying to find my way back home
And though I’ve tried a thousand times
My lungs are begging me to let go
So take my hand and lead me
To what you call the Promised Land
Don’t let my heart get the best of me
Don’t let my head get the best of me
And this time will you draw out the lines
Trace every point on my body that isn’t right
I know that you call me beautiful
I can’t see so please take my hand
Things happen for reasons we can’t understand
I know that this is just a struggle
I’ll paint you a picture of every night
I’ve lived inside of my mind
Or maybe I’ll write some lines of poetry
Please take a listen of what this means to me
I am most vulnerable when you’re not by my side
It’s like you are a piece of me, you were my pride
I am fading away
Please make an attempt to help me stay in place
I am just a ghost, I’m wandering
Don’t shed a tear when you hear me whispering
And I’ll take what is rightfully mine
So open your heart to the boy who says he’s fine
When he’s rightfully not
He’s been kicked and he’s bruised
But he’ll continue to fight
Don’t let his heart get the best of him
Don’t let his head get the best of him
And this time will you draw out the lines
Trace every point on my body that isn’t right
I know that you call me beautiful
I can’t see so please take my hand
Things happen for reasons we can’t understand
I know that this is just a struggle
Let’s pack our things
Let’s set sail
To a place I call Neverland
But I’ll never tell you where it resides
Please close your eyes
I’ll tell you when we get there
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