"There's some kindof light at the end; Stoned, forgetful, and then; I'm drinking what used to be sin; And touching the edge of her skin;
And could you be the one that's not afraid; To look me in the eyes; I swear I would collapse; If I would tell how I think you fell; From the sky;
Yeah, my words they pour; Like children to the playground; Children
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