Monday Morning
' From blue to gray to blue again
The buzzes die and the voice of an angel replaces them.
The thoughts from before are gone as the new ones come.
The voice on your ears sing about the hope you once gave up.
Your sealed lips now part in the middle to let the whispers tell you a new story.
Nostalgia fulfil your mind while you wait for your body to be ( Read more... )
The buzzes die and the voice of an angel replaces them.
The thoughts from before are gone as the new ones come.
The voice on your ears sing about the hope you once gave up.
Your sealed lips now part in the middle to let the whispers tell you a new story.
Nostalgia fulfil your mind while you wait for your body to be ( Read more... )
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