I hold my ear to a shell
I hear something that no one can sell
You know I should've lived by the sea
'Cause I feel invisible in every city

And I know this feeling too well (too well)
Of being alive at your own funeral
Going, don't give up on me
Going, don't give up on me
Please, I'll be the best I can be
I'll be the best I can be

Don't give up on me
I'll come out of my shell
'Cause I want the cake and I want to eat it as well
I, I would live in the leaves that crunch under your feet
I want to be heard if I can't be seen

And I know this feeling too well (too well)
Of being alive at your own funeral
Going, don't give up on me
Going, don't give up on me
Please, I'll be the best I can be
I'll be the best I can be

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Writer(s): James Blake Litherland