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[dryft]

it's how high you are and the time it takes to heal
i can climb a tree and push up through the leaves
cause only when i try am i happier to see
my head's in some kind of space where boyhood used to be
it's how high you are and the time it takes to heal
but it's all a lie and i've never felt so sad
there's a streak of melancholy running down my back
and there's a great mistrust that borders round the man
i call it strange from a boy who never left his head
it's how high you are and the time it takes to heal
and everyone needs someone to live by
but it's all a lie, it's a lie to make you beg
for something more for something better than you've had
and i wish i knew
i wish i knew how to change
cause everyone needs someone to live by