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I can feel it coming, I can feel it going
I think if a door close I can will it open
I can turn water into chocolate milk
Roth cut from the cloth of a boss's ilk
Wore silk last summer, now I’m only wearing a towel
Check next week if you think I’m arrogant now
American child, land of being warily proud
Of fools gold sitting there to be found
Take a picture for the internet wearing the crown
Ran house when I ran with a gambling crowd
Ran mouth not once cause it wasn't my style
Camped out under black clouds letting rain cover me now
This isn't Kansas, this is canvas
Bookworm, never big man on campus
Look first, walk last, half full, tall glass
Hear first, talk last, rise up, fall fast
Keep running
Even if the hits keep coming
Even if the sky starts tumbling down
Tumbling down, tumbling down
(don't fear hitting the ground)
Keep running
Even if the hits keep coming
Even if the sky starts tumbling down

Tumbling down, tumbling down
Tumbling down