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Feb 2014
Who knows?
maybe there's no reason
why the falling star calling down my name

it's calling through the rainbow
it's calling through the air
so I'm coming up again
so I'm falling down the pain

and then it looping up
they call it saint
it's tracking the bridges down
and burning on the rain

so looking at the star
it growing softly
it's a moon phase
it's a prodigy

but in the night I'm falling apart
yes I'm not in rush but I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive

who knows?
maybe the night traveler
who learns everyday
but still can't hear the voice
it's my body,
I'm lying upon the grass
it's my body,
who lying with no sense

and then who knows?
maybe with the river flows your voice calling me
and it's so prodigy

yet in the night i'm falling apart
yes I'm not in rush but I'm alive,
down here
and started rise up the sky
and I'm so alive

But I'm outta here
Written by
Rivaldi Prasetyo  Bandung
(Bandung)   
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