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I’m kind of tied to a feeling I thought was gone I did a lot of the work but I’m not moved on I want to go to the cliffs and jump right off into the blue Don’t you? I’m flying home again so I can cry in my bedroom Hold my mum again so I don’t die in my bedroom And my friends they say You’re looking different Well America, kind of hurts different I took the pills that they gave me but still felt low I was ashamed that my strength was so vulnerable I needed air and the ocean to heal it all Before the south closed in around I’m flying home again so I can cry in my bedroom Hold my mum again so I don’t die in my bedroom And my friends they say You’re looking different Well America, kind of hurts different From Letras Mania