December
Thursday 4 February 2010 photo 2/2
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wrote a song about war,
the kind that lives in your head.
I found a place I can sit,
a place where everyday light hits.
Like the palm of your hand
when you're reaching for something
that's balled up in the sky.
That's the way I like to see myself;
reaching for just one star at a time.
the kind that lives in your head.
I found a place I can sit,
a place where everyday light hits.
Like the palm of your hand
when you're reaching for something
that's balled up in the sky.
That's the way I like to see myself;
reaching for just one star at a time.
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