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Into The Open Air


Into The Open Air

The emphasis is on Joy, relief
Which muscles are not reacting
So appreciate this moment like it's your last
A claustrophobics first gasp of fresh air.

So into the open air
You'd love to sneeze
But you've lost it somewhere.

Seeing things for the first time
Well that's what it feels like
'I deserve this every minute'
'I deserve this every minute'

So just before I explode, I'll hug myself
The rising sun, the glowing full moon
Into the open air
Everything in its right place
Everything is out there.

V Topp





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