Slowly moving far far away, away form here
to run to the air to leave the strangest kind Summer
The weight of your problems tapping, sinking into you
the sweet air is leaving fast
I'd fly away if you saw me here
somebody, the one not paying attention
is bothering you
because they are missing it all
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 5:44 AM UTC
Slowly moving far far away, away form here
to run to the air to leave the strangest kind Summer
The weight of your problems tapping, sinking into you
the sweet air is leaving fast
I'd fly away if you saw me here
somebody, the one not paying attention
is bothering you
because they are missing it all
Slowly moving far far away, away form here
to run to the air to leave the strangest kind Summer
The weight of your problems tapping, sinking into you
the sweet air is leaving fast
I'd fly away if you saw me here
somebody, the one not paying attention
is bothering you
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