Wings wouldn't help you
Wings wouldn't help you...down
Down fills the ground, gravity's proud
You barely are blinking
Wagging your face around
When'd this just become a mortal home?
Won't, won't, won't, won't
Won't let you talk me
Won't let you talk me…down
Will pull it taut, nothing let out
I will let nothing out.
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