I'm climbing up the walls
I'm trying to get a look, I can't see
Pushing away hands that grab
At what they could never be
Oh I can almost touch it
Climbing up the walls
They're trying to get under my skin
Oh I am just a boy
So easy to sway
Can't they see
Just go ahead and try it
Oh I just want to have it all
It's just like TV
Everything I could ever be
Is out of my hands
It's out of my hands
Oh I'm climbing up the walls
I'm trying to catch a breath
I can't speak
Oh everyone is shouting
But what are they to me
When I can almost touch it
And you just want to have it all
It's just like TV
Everything I could ever be
Is out of my hands
It's out of my hands
And it's just like TV
Everything I could ever be
Is out of my hands
It's out of my hands
You found an easy way in
Go find another way out
(x4)
And it's just like TV
Everything I could ever be
Is out of my hands
It's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
Writer(s): David Neil Jones, Andrew Patrick Hobson, Benjamin John Winton, Samuel John William Harvey, Lee Irons
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