I've fallen out of favor and I've fallen from grace. Fallen out of trees and I've fallen on my face. Fallen out of taxis, out of windows too. Fell in your opinion when I fell in love with you. (...) Sometimes I wish for falling, wish for the release, wish for falling through the air to give me some relief. Because falling's not the problem, when I'm falling I'm at peace: Florence and the Machine - Falling
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