We cloud people, we live in gray
What we don't need release in rain
We cloud people, we never stay
We hold our freedom like a plane
We won't be dry soon
Here come the tides
You move when I do
You'll never be mine
We won't be dry soon
Here come the tides
You move when I do
You'll never be mine
I'm not supposed to feel, I'm not supposed to miss
How am I supposed to heal? How am I supposed to fit?
A little awkward then a little oxygen
I let you get away, I held the ocean in
We cloud people, we live in gray
If you love me, let me float away
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