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My pockets are full And I want more than I can hold I feel like I'm forgetting Something's always missing My shoes are worn in Almost feels good in my own skin The ground begins shifting Just when I find my footing Everything I have is a white lie I'm holding on for dear life If I hold too tight I'll know when my time comes I put up a good fight I've got more than enough To run the risk of losing touch 'Cause when it all comes easy Nothing really matters all that much If everything I know is a white lie I'm holding on for dear life If I hold too tight I'll know when my time comes I put up a good fight I put up a good fight Please tell me what it is I need To pin the wings of memories Like the shadow of Peter Pan I'm losing part of who I am Just when I thought I had it all Under control, under control Under control, under control I'll know when my time comes I put up a good fight (under control) I put up a good fight (under control) (I put up a good fight) I'll know when my time comes I put up a good fight