traveling hands hard to hold but i wont,
go out of my way,
hearts molded and shaped,
a classic feeling that you got to far away
i memorized every crease on your lips,
i aimed to shoot but i always seem to miss,
that feeling, doesnt anyone know that feeling.
the feeling that,
someone elses hand is always holding you back,
because theyll never get far away,
when they want to stay,
the feeling everything was working out just fine,
we'd fall into place, but the good ones seem to get away,
before its to late.
take a step back from standing your ground
youve been hiding so long
that you dont want to be found
because somewhere along the line,
im gunna figure you out, but in the meantime,
there was that feeling, does anybody know that feeling,
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