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Thursday 4 December 2008 photo 3/3
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People so high, they think I can't hear their whispers
I can see it falling off their face
Trying to shoot down my plane of grace
Seems like it's already hard enough
Tell me what it is about me
Where did everybody go without me?
So I like to fantasize
And watch the sun rise like it's a big surprise
Life moved and I stopped to taste it
I drank it up 'till it left me wasted
But my rains have bled a softer red
Oh, you should see the world inside my head
But the paint on me is beginning to dry
And it's not what I want it to be
So wait on me, wait on me...
gammal bild haha
I can see it falling off their face
Trying to shoot down my plane of grace
Seems like it's already hard enough
Tell me what it is about me
Where did everybody go without me?
So I like to fantasize
And watch the sun rise like it's a big surprise
Life moved and I stopped to taste it
I drank it up 'till it left me wasted
But my rains have bled a softer red
Oh, you should see the world inside my head
But the paint on me is beginning to dry
And it's not what I want it to be
So wait on me, wait on me...
gammal bild haha
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