I am free-falling, the sun beaming on my skin
I can feel my soul flying, burning deep from within.
This sounds like I'm happy, but I am in distress
I only wish I could find my rest.
From the 105th floor I can see it clearly,
I am going to die today, almost surely.
I pray my last prayer, breathe my last breath
And fall 105 stories down, straight to my death.
I can feel my soul flying, burning deep from within.
This sounds like I'm happy, but I am in distress
I only wish I could find my rest.
From the 105th floor I can see it clearly,
I am going to die today, almost surely.
I pray my last prayer, breathe my last breath
And fall 105 stories down, straight to my death.
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