You hold me, You set me free
You mould me, You let me be,
Our stars are muddy
With our footprints now
And there's dust lodged under our moon-nails.
Gets gritty soon, gets sweaty quick,
Yet we claw strong through our kingdom
Losing inch by painful inch
With your holding and my freedom.
You mould me, You let me be,
Our stars are muddy
With our footprints now
And there's dust lodged under our moon-nails.
Gets gritty soon, gets sweaty quick,
Yet we claw strong through our kingdom
Losing inch by painful inch
With your holding and my freedom.
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