I walk on the ledge of the fence,
Bending down, swaying up,
I try to fly, to soaring heights,
And stumble, gliding as I fall,
Drowning in liquor,
Or drowning in you?
Never mind, I am almost on the ground.
But you stretch your arms,
So, yes, convinced,
I am drowning in you,
Melting in your arms,
As we meet in the middle
-RR
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