Head in the clouds
Buried your feet in the ground
Telling yourself it's the world that holds you down
But you've got your chin held high
And your chest pumped up
The replica of a runner-up
You were made for skies, but you called your bluff
Now you'll never be good enough
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Story by Zeth Blues
Azul Grisáceo
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