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Aha, aha, aha
Foot on the ground
Sky falling down
... for the sound
Volume unbound.
Scent of myself,
Tore of the bell
It's not a crisis
So much detail.
Aha, aha, aha

Turn it around,
The feet in the ground...
Addicted to sound
Babble of will, it's only a drill
I don't have to save myself
Put the books on the shelve.

Chorus: (x2)
No matter what you say
No matter what you say
No matter what you say
No matter what you say
With your foot on the ground,
I can turn it around
When we go to the sound
And I'm not coming down

... not to tame
Finish left unframed
Wood that's stripped of stain...
Don't want them to know
Choke on weeds that grow
Catch her in the flow... stop the flow

Chorus: (x2)
No matter what you say
No matter what you say
No matter what you say
No matter what you say
With your foot on the ground,
I can turn it around
When we go to the sound
And I'm not coming down
Aha, aha, aha, aha

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