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I probably still adore you with you hand around my neck

'Cause you're trying to be, like a weightless flying snowflake floating through the trees.
You just want to feel free, just want to be yourself.
You're trying to lose:

These gravity blues

Not shy of a spark.

A knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark,

Frightened by the bite though its no harsher than the bark,

Middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start..