[1. verse Rebekka B. Maeland] I catch a wiff, I get a glipmse Short of breath some sort of treassure lies ahead my head it spins Round and round, round and round Overwealmed by what Ive found At first it seemed too good to be true It has taken me all this time to let it shine through Building up inside of me the strength I need to set me free I lift my eyes and now I see finally [Hook Rebekka B. Maeland] Sailing on the winds of change The air is brushing underneath my wings Nothing but the dream remains Now life feels like the sweetest thing X2 [Verse 2 Twisted Artistics] Reminessing about the sound of my skateboard wheels on concrete the type of sound that a make a boy feel complete Those were the days, when I ripped to shreds my pants and sweatshirts And left skin cells in random concrete textures When friends didnt do drugs and none of em had nerves When to get hurt from landing head first Was my main concern, never mind them gashes Let the pain burn, it makes you feel alive, then Get up, await your turn so that you can try again Untill we came to learn how to land that trick So you could be showing off representing the click Bliss is this finally landing that first kickflip Bliss is this olleying two trashcans and land to strike a pose No question bliss is moments like those Yes, I know what blood taste like See these shoes full of glue and ducktape laced tight? [Hook Rebekka B. Maeland] Sailing on the winds of change The air is brushing underneath my wings Nothing but the dream remains Now life feels like the sweetest thing X2
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