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I grew up in here, been here my whole life, nothing better really... just isn't, the air’s... just a tad sweeter than anywhere else. It’s the water, or the hills... But who am I, I haven’t seem far beyond my window, I wish I could roam endless alone In the forests, then, I’d capture each ounce of daylight like fireflies in a bottle. But now it seems, here in this rundown castle, Night is the only thing I treasure. When the castle quiets I can hear the hills speak, I feel the ground breathing. I know not to listen to nobody about nothing anymore, Cause the earth and the trees, they’ve been here the longest, we stand around, thinking... good... cause we know something, but if theres one thing I know, its that knowing ain't nothing. I can’t wait for England, to see the world, I feel like learning though it hasn’t helped yet, anyway, I’m alone in this mind, this world is me, and I know nothing of it.
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Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 4:59 AM UTC
perry-finley
(To be read in a Scottish accent)
I grew up in here, been here my whole life, nothing better really... just isn't, the air’s... just a tad sweeter than anywhere else. It’s the water, or the hills... But who am I, I haven’t seem far beyond my window, I wish I could roam endless alone In the forests, then, I’d capture each ounce of daylight like fireflies in a bottle. But now it seems, here in this rundown castle, Night is the only thing I treasure. When the castle quiets I can hear the hills speak, I feel the ground breathing. I know not to listen to nobody about nothing anymore, Cause the earth and the trees, they’ve been here the longest, we stand around, thinking... good... cause we know something, but if theres one thing I know, its that knowing ain't nothing. I can’t wait for England, to see the world, I feel like learning though it hasn’t helped yet, anyway, I’m alone in this mind, this world is me, and I know nothing of it.
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