If you thought the altitude was bad in Colorado, you should feel it up here.
In one breath, I am gone.
Sometimes, my mind goes with it...
You used to say I was elsewhere; I'm starting to think you were right.
When I was five, my father gave me the world in a plastic ball,
But it never bounced high enough.
My lungs were stronger than he could ever know. It was never enough.
I wish you could see it up here, John, I really do.
But you've got your world
And your home.
Fifteen years ago to this minute it broke.
And you were content.
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