I can’t go up as high as you
No, nobody can
You are always too high up there

Your hands are too tender
to tear my clothes of gravity
I would die of choke

You are afraid, trying to escape
’cause you really don’t know it

But you’ll just see
If you let me go
That the gravity makes me fly

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