i hear the sound, metal clashing from the swings at the end of my street
i hear the sound, birds from the tree across my window
i hear the sound kids laughing , screaming of joy.
i used to be the sound
i used to be the sound
i used to be the sound of this strange strange world
Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 2:44 PM UTC
i hear the sound, metal clashing from the swings at the end of my street
i hear the sound, birds from the tree across my window
i hear the sound kids laughing , screaming of joy.
i used to be the sound
i used to be the sound
i used to be the sound of this strange strange world
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