Leader of the pack
Turning my head up
You rode my coat-tails
Until they were cut
Took a sip of [?] with the fruit
Whenever you like
Go ahead, sly child we are
Just lower forms of life
We could fly if you let me in
Feel the weight lifting from our limbs
It's high time that you let me in
Let me in (limbs)
We could fly, wanna hit the edge
To see what is inside your head
Feel the weight lifting from our limbs
From our limbs (limbs)
Spending all these days
Keeping my head down
Looking for the light
That's nowherе to be found
You gonna pull me in and
Hold, hold, hold
Hold me tight
Killing with cruеl lies and the subtle
Twist of a knife
We could fly if you let me in
Feel the weight lifting from our limbs
It's high time that you let me in
Let me in (limbs)
We could fly, wanna hit the edge
To see what is inside your head
Feel the weight lifting from our limbs
From our limbs (limbs)
(Limbs, limbs, limbs)
From our limbs
We could fly if you'd let me in
Feel the weight lifting from our limbs
It's high time that you let me in
Let me in
We could fly, wanna hit the edge
To see what is inside your head
Feel the weight lifting from our limbs
From our limbs
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