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Dangling feet
Dangling feet will they ever touch the floor?
Swinging above the ground who has ever thought in the end they will fly?
Dangling fleet longing to hit the floor
Swinging above the earth wishing they could to touch the ground so cold
Dangling feet above the ground but far below the sky
Swinging In mid air, praying for life
Dangling feet wishing to once again to walk the stairs
Swinging in mid air, they would kill to touch the ground even if it burnt the fire of hell
Dangling feet asking for mercy from the one above
Hoping to be spared the fate that they're bound
Dangling feet above the floor, they wish they had walked a different path
Swinging in mid air, if they had a choice they would part from the one above
Dangling feet above the ground looking for an escape
Swinging feet so high wishing to escape the pain
Asking questions on where did they go wrong
Cause every they were sent they've gone
Dangling feet above the ground have rose up to a sky full of thorns
Swinging in mid air but deep inside they are torn
Hanged from the ceiling by the neck, Dangling feet will they ever touch the floor?
Swinging above the ground who has ever thought in the end they will fly?
Dangling fleet longing to hit the floor
Swinging above the earth wishing they could to touch the ground so cold
Dangling feet above the ground but far below the sky
Swinging In mid air, praying for life
Dangling feet wishing to once again to walk the stairs
Swinging in mid air, they would kill to touch the ground even if it burnt the fire of hell
Dangling feet asking for mercy from the one above
Hoping to be spared the fate that they're bound
Dangling feet above the floor, they wish they had walked a different path
Swinging in mid air, if they had a choice they would part from the one above
Dangling feet above the ground looking for an escape
Swinging feet so high wishing to escape the pain
Asking questions on where did they go wrong
Cause every they were sent they've gone
Dangling feet above the ground have rose up to a sky full of thorns
Swinging in mid air but deep inside they are torn
Hanged from the ceiling by the neck, Dangling feet will they ever touch the floor?
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