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Been in this grass here for the last ten hours
My clothes are dirty but my mouth isn't dry
How does it happen, does it fly through the air
Oh, I gave up asking days away
And now I'm lying here waiting for the sound of thunder
Here I am, I'm the dotted line
Cut the corners stick me to your door
I'm the man who stepped off the path
And I just lie here
It's what I was made for
And now my eyes are closing but I still feel the land
Leaning out for the touch of my hand
The world spins so fast
That I might fly off
The world spins so fast
That I might fly off
The world spins so fast
That I might fly off
I'm waiting for the sound of thunder