The end of the road seems to melt into the sky,
now I walk,
learn to fly and the ground passes under my feet but I try to stay friends with the interests of the,
end's in sight.
Nothing escapes me,
the things that grate on,I put a stake in and make believe I'm vampire hunting, and when I'm punting down the 'Cam' in the riverboat of man
how happy I can be,
and the road's now melting into me.
No need to try anymore, to fly anymore, can't die anymore
I'm there.
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 4:46 AM UTC
The end of the road seems to melt into the sky,
now I walk,
learn to fly and the ground passes under my feet but I try to stay friends with the interests of the,
end's in sight.
Nothing escapes me,
the things that grate on,I put a stake in and make believe I'm vampire hunting, and when I'm punting down the 'Cam' in the riverboat of man
how happy I can be,
and the road's now melting into me.
No need to try anymore, to fly anymore, can't die anymore
I'm there.
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