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[Feb. 26th, 2021|06:59 pm] |
Sometimes I feel like I want to live Far from the metropolis Just walk through that door Sometimes I feel like I want to fly Reach out to the painted sky A prisoner to the wind A bird on the wing
Sometimes I feel the ocean in my blood See rain from the sky above Her salt brined tears And now Those tears leave taste on my tongue Like the warm rush you get from Black opium Black opium |
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