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The Weight. Post-grunge

(Verse 1) Thirty floors up. Walls made of glass. I watched the city. I watched it pass. I signed the papers. I gave it away. The "golden" shares. The debts to pay. (Chorus) The weight of the empty Is light as a feather. I’m leaving the city. I’m leaving the weather. The mountain don't care About the money I made. I’m finding myself In the light and the shade. (Verse 2) Smell of the pine. Creak of the floor. I don't need the "greatness" I wanted before. My hands are rough. My skin is brown. I’m a bird in the woods. Not a ghost in the town. (Bridge) My friend drove up. In a shiny black car. He said, "You’re crazy. You’ve gone too far." I looked at my palms. I looked at the sea. "I just don't want What you're giving to me." (Verse 3) Before the sun. I start the climb. No flags to plant. I’m taking my time. The air is clear. The valley is gray. The "me" that I lost Is home today. (Outro) No more games. No more gold. A brand new story Ready to be told. Just me. Finally... me.