April
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When we learn how to fly, we forget how to walk.
When we learn how to sing, we don't wanna hear each other talk.
When we know what we want, we forgot what we need.
When you find who you are,
you forget about me
I have waited a long time to paint these cities red.
Thoughts I've always had here are stuck inside my head.
It's not worth waiting for if one of us don't want more.
This ain't goodbye, this is just a way of letting go.
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