One day you'll stand on the ledge of a rooftop
Your hometown and the river will spin
Around beneath you
Stories below
Cycloning broken dreams and memories.
But right before you let go
The wind a high whistle in your ears
You'll feel the strength of my grip
Pulling you back.
You have so much left to do
So many smiles left to leave
Come back to you.
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