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this cloud is the place were we belong, since we found out the land is just a floor, face it you are missing all the blood, we took off from a minefield to sleep in a steel soap box. I was the pilot and you were on trip, you forgot to tell me you don't believe in me, nearness ain't a feature of altitude it's gonna come to an end on time for this great U turn. lookin' for and angel lookin' for an angel's light. From Letras Mania