Song parody of
Reach Out
by August 12
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Days come and go, clear skies and rain, but you're missing everything.
Breathing out, breathing in, heart beating in your chest but you're not living, only breathing.
And it comes to this, the wind blows thin, whistling through the cracks of the walls surrounding your head.
Singing of love, singing of life, of colors and joy, things you'll never know.
You're a prisoner with no cell, surrounded by walls made of fear.
Stop running, stop hiding, reach out, free your mind.
And it comes to this, the wind blows thin, whistling through the cracks of the walls surrounding your head.
Singing of love, singing of life, of colors and joy, things you'll never know.
Uuuuuh, uuuuuuuh.
Uuuuuh, uuuuuuuh.
And it comes to this, the wind blows thin, whistling through the cracks of the walls surrounding your head.
Singing of love, singing of life, of colors and joy, things you'll never know.
Days come and go, clear skies and rain, but you're missing everything.
Breathing out, breathing in, heart beating in your chest but you're not living, only breathing.
And it comes to this, the wind blows thin, whistling through the cracks of the walls surrounding your head.
Singing of love, singing of life, of colors and joy, things you'll never know.
You're a prisoner with no cell, surrounded by walls made of fear.
Stop running, stop hiding, reach out, free your mind.
And it comes to this, the wind blows thin, whistling through the cracks of the walls surrounding your head.
Singing of love, singing of life, of colors and joy, things you'll never know.
Uuuuuh, uuuuuuuh.
Uuuuuh, uuuuuuuh.
And it comes to this, the wind blows thin, whistling through the cracks of the walls surrounding your head.
Singing of love, singing of life, of colors and joy, things you'll never know.
