I want to be in favour
Like a cranberry in a liquor
Like the Moon in a starry night
Like a candle when there's no light
I want to be in favour
Of someone that I am prefer
Of someone who grew a pair of wings
Flew away while I was here singing
Singing about a city of stars
Singing to the distance, too far
Although waiting sounds so lame
I just don't know who else's name
I want to be in favour
Not to be loved, that's for sure
Not to hold hands, not to see eyes
But I can't help, you're in my favour
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 1:09 PM UTC
I want to be in favour
Like a cranberry in a liquor
Like the Moon in a starry night
Like a candle when there's no light
I want to be in favour
Of someone that I am prefer
Of someone who grew a pair of wings
Flew away while I was here singing
Singing about a city of stars
Singing to the distance, too far
Although waiting sounds so lame
I just don't know who else's name
I want to be in favour
Not to be loved, that's for sure
Not to hold hands, not to see eyes
But I can't help, you're in my favour
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