In your element

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Lately it feels as though
You're always high
I'm always low;
You're always running
I'm always slow;
You're not ready to come
I'm not ready to go;
You're always together
I'm always alone;
You need space to breathe
I need roots to grow.

We're falling apart
And it won't be long before
You're hitting the ceiling
I'm pacing the floor.

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