cut loose!
how will I ever make this up to you
the cold is ahead
and sinking lonely I left
your arms bare
swaying and shed
of all the warmth 
I could ever spare

your fingers had me
holding on yet still I fell
windblown and detached
tumbling spinning towards the ground

I trusted you not to let go
I thought that we were the perfect match
TAKE ME BACK
TAKE ME BACK
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