In your hands I'm trying
In your hands I'm trying flight
I can't die
In your hands I'm trying.
In your hands I'm trying flight
I can't die,
I'm flying in the cold breeze every night
Spare me all the strife
My desires never tire but would it feel much better if I died?
Petty highs get me by but how long must I live with this disguise...
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If you don't like the way I'm livin'
Ya better leave that long haired country boy alone
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