jueves, 7 de enero de 2010


I'm not coming back, I've done something so terrible
I'm terrified to speak, but you'd expect that from me
I'm mixed up, I'll be blunt; now the rain is
Washing you out of my hair and out of my mind
Keeping an eye on the world,

So many thousands of feet off the ground
I'm over you now I'm at home in the clouds
Towering over your head

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