I'm afraid to fly
And I don't know why
I'm jealous of the people the who
And I don't know why
I'm jealous of the people the who
are not afraid to die
It's just that I recall
Back when I was small
Someone promise that they'd catch me
But then they let me fall
It's just that I recall
Back when I was small
Someone promise that they'd catch me
But then they let me fall
Fallin’
Robert Klein
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