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Everything looks so small from way up here on this rooftop. My heart drops to my stomach as the rocks fall to the water every moment i look off. All this pressure's aimed at bringing me down. But I'll come down at my own pace. Until gravity takes over at forty-five miles per hour and puts me right back in my place. Forty-five miles an hour to the rocks below. "If all of your friends jumped from a bridge, would you follow?" I know a lemming wouldn't fall to the sea without a shove. I just want to be sure that we can meet back here tomorrow. Because it's so much more exciting here than in the empty sky above. Forty-five miles an hour to the rocks below. Maybe a few kids would still be alive if they didn't make that movie. Maybe summer in this town would be a little less appealing if they didn't build New York City. Just like how they'd carve my name in a limestone brick if it wasn't for the decades of rain. I did it once to impress some Californians, but you can bet your bottom dollar I'm not taking that fall again.

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Waiting Records Lima, Peru

Sello discográfico de Lima, Perú, orientado a la producción y difusión de música realizada por cantautores indie folk acoustic & más.

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