Myles Palmquist grew up on the prairies. And somewhere in the midst of those prairies, between moving from place to place around Manitoba with his family, some
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You say hold on, and away we go, the ground is gone, and we fall like snow
You say make "believe", into a word you know, so your dreams can breathe, when the tank is low
and you say you're free, you're free
Everyone needs to tell you what you need,
When your only wish is to not have to wish, the genie gives you three
You say hold on, and we're standing still, the ground is gone, because we take our pills
The shoes that you've bought, they're so hard to fill, so gaining ground, is harder still
Even though you're free, you're free
Everyone needs to tell you what you need
When your only wish is to not have to wish, the genie gives you three
When your only wish is to keep your eyes on the prize, make sure you're not chasing lies
You say hold on, and away we go, the ground is gone, and we fall like snow
