Miles behind my back
I’m сhasing the lucky star
I’ve worn my shoes out
But the goal is still far away
I was so foolish and crazy
I was so foolish and crazy
I guess I should have known
It was just a mirage
The charms of beauty and glamour
Is fading like an evening glow
I have a penny in my pocket
And shards of broken bones
I read your burned letters
I catch smoke with my hands
And grass is growing under my feet
All the time I was just standing here
I was so foolish and crazy
I was so foolish and crazy
I guess I should have known
It was just a mirage
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 1:37 PM UTC
Miles behind my back
I’m сhasing the lucky star
I’ve worn my shoes out
But the goal is still far away
I was so foolish and crazy
I was so foolish and crazy
I guess I should have known
It was just a mirage
The charms of beauty and glamour
Is fading like an evening glow
I have a penny in my pocket
And shards of broken bones
I read your burned letters
I catch smoke with my hands
And grass is growing under my feet
All the time I was just standing here
I was so foolish and crazy
I was so foolish and crazy
I guess I should have known
It was just a mirage
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