Thoughts
Feeling stuck in the miry clay
What good is a pair of legs
If I can't walk away
(Can't walk away)
But if I stay here today
There is no hope for tommorow
What else is there left to do
But to spread my wings
And fly away
( And fly away)
Feeling stuck in the miry clay
What good is a pair of legs
If I can't walk away
(Can't walk away)
But if I stay here today
There is no hope for tommorow
What else is there left to do
But to spread my wings
And fly away
( And fly away)
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