I could fade away but I hold on tight and hang in there on guard all night. Out of place without trace - a feather of bird trapped in a word - Trip to the End. I want to land.
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I could fade away but I hold on tight and hang in there on guard all night. Out of place without trace - a feather of bird trapped in a word - Trip to the End. I want to land.