Sep 2016
My dear, we've both hit rock by before
Smashed, crashed, and burned
But now take my hand
We'll let the wind hit our wings
And now we'll take flight
Let's fly away
And find our own little world.
Smashed, crashed, and burned
But now take my hand
We'll let the wind hit our wings
And now we'll take flight
Let's fly away
And find our own little world.
(25/M/Bethlehem, Pa)
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