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In your hands I'm trying
In your hands I'm trying flight
I can't die
I'm flying in the cold breeze every night

Spare me all the strife
My desires never tire
But would it be much better if I died?

Petty highs get me by
But how much longer must I live with this disguise

Have you no direction?
I just sense pretentious signs
In your highs
I hear the same old stories every night
In your hands I'm trying  In your hands I'm trying flight  I can't die  I'm flying in the cold breeze every night    Spare me all the strife  My desires never tire  But would it be much better if I died?    Petty highs get me by  But how much longer must I live with this disguise    Have you no direction?  I just sense pretentious signs  In your highs  I hear the same old stories every night