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Ask For More |
I'd rather dance in the air than lie on the ground
I'd rather open my ears than shut out the sound
Travel to the ends of the earth, and tell you what I found
I'd rather kneel down and pray than scream at the sun
Prefer to know, than to hide from my skeletons
I don't want to sit down and cry while watching others run
If I missed the bus more than once, I'm not the only one
Don't wanna wait around for things to come to me
'Cause when my hands are tied, they struggle to be free
And if they steal my eyes, I'll find a new way to see
The world is forever turning,
And there's a thought that never stops burning
If I'm pounding at your door,
It's because I'm here to ask for more
Prefer a thousand hello's to just one goodbye
Prefer the pain of the truth to a pretty lie
Listen to the words in my head, although they may not rhyme
Listen to the voice in my heart, someday it's so sublime
Don't wanna wait around for things to come to me
'Cause when my hands are tied, they struggle to be free
And if they steal my eyes, I'll find a new way to see
The world is forever turning,
And there's a thought that never stops burning
If I'm pounding at your door,
It's because I'm here to ask for more |
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