this is my song
Red tears for white shirts.
To open this window
And feel the breeze upon my skin
It’s better than falling from your eyes
The wind will rush through my hair
Like your hands once did
I can hear your voice in the background
Behind these paper walls
Your whispers are always heard in my heart
Hearing the record spin among deaf ears
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