A song with my band here in Rotterdam

Alex Broekman Wrote the lyrics


My feet are, stuck on,
The cold ground that I'm walking on.
Controlled and, commanded,
By forces, that shelter in my mind

What is happening?  I'm feeling kind of old,
I feel my bones cracking, and I think I can't hold
I see pictures of my life inside of my eyes,
It holds me back, but I just can't get off the ground

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So c'mon let me fly away,
Let me fly away,
C'mon let me, I say c'mon let me fly away
I say let me fly away

I just want to move on
Forget past, see the future bright
But I think I'm, convicted,
To this life, with my feet stuck on the ground.

What is causing this feeling inside of me?
It turns me round and I feel I can't see,
Would I be better off if I was blind?
Ignore the dirty world that likes to trick my mind

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