this clown
is counting down
to Heaven
yeah like it's almost eleven
'till midnight
yeah i can almost see the light
in front of me
yeah i don't need speed
or a key
no because my love
is patiently waiting for me
to walk
or fly like a hawk
in the sky
yeah i focus on things
that are high
and that i have to try to reach
yeah like a peach
on a tree
or a fish
in the sea
yeah because honestly
my goal is...
to get my soul
back home
where i belong
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