| And who will remember that
I felt at that body
I was not going very well
Feel that all this time
Who will play all their games
I was not going very well
Not again, not again
It is not going very well, it will not
Who watched the black-eyed
Who will drop their dreams
No sound, no sound
Where will this instant
Who will feel the gentle breeze
That when your lips are not
And she's not there and she is not
It is well she is not, it will not
Not again, not again
It is not going very well, it will not
And I feel in my bones
And I again find
I just want to fly if I could fly
And your blood and your eyes. |
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