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I think there's a secret on the sidewalks, where the broken become healed. Where the riders meet one another, and learn how to feel. I learned something on the sidewalks, not a bad thing in sight. Then I saw a sign from the heavens, and you left my sight. I continued on the sidewalks, riding my blues away. Holding on with just one hand, singing the words of Jhene. Should I be wading, the rest of my days? If I see you tomorrow... will you still love me? Or just walk away?
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Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 6:41 PM UTC
Wading Till I Turn Blue
I think there's a secret on the sidewalks, where the broken become healed. Where the riders meet one another, and learn how to feel. I learned something on the sidewalks, not a bad thing in sight. Then I saw a sign from the heavens, and you left my sight. I continued on the sidewalks, riding my blues away. Holding on with just one hand, singing the words of Jhene. Should I be wading, the rest of my days? If I see you tomorrow... will you still love me? Or just walk away?
it's okay. it's always okay.
jennifer-weiss
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Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 6:41 PM UTC
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