Lite

I raise my hands
It's natural
I got them back
But now they're low

I want to get
High again
Separate
From all things bad
And all things good
You're never wrong

Nothing is held back anymore
Tidy up and lock all the doors
Sit around and see where it goes
I am still remaining composed
Nothing is held back anymore
Tidy up and lock all the doors
Sit around and see where it goes
I am still remaining composed

Nothing



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Gronek
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