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I got knocked out by a candlestick
I cracked my head and birds flew out of the hole
My body bore so many wounds but I
Took a bath and found they had all turned to gold

I feel the weight of the ocean
Crushing down on my back again
This life is a chain of misfortune
That somehow dropped me where I want to be

Falling up; falling up

I tumbled down a flight of stairs
And landed in the Garden of Eden
I don't need your pat on the back
I fell into this throne by sheer accident

I wrote a masterpiece in my bowl of moistened Alphabets
Each day gravity pulls me
And I hear the sound of the planets again

Falling up; falling up

I feel the weight of the ocean
Crushing down on my back again
And I won't be dissuaded, that I know

Falling up
(You don't belong here)
Falling up
(You don't belong here)

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from The Portingales (album), released November 6, 2019
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The Portingales Ann Arbor, Michigan

The Portingales are an indie rock band out of southeastern Michigan. Combining stylistic elements as diverse as 1960's British rock, folk, and grunge, the melodic tunes of The Portingales strive to capture both the energy and melancholy of life's most meaningful experiences. ... more

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