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You're on your back Deciphering the clouds I am the one like an airplane Smoke in my mouth And music on my breath To everything a season (turn turn turn) Oh please leave, please leave You've time to retreat It's coming off, I just need some more time I am staring at a bookcase stereotype the posters on your wall I am going through yer motions I inhale exhale and watch hands turn pale and I could save you but I choose not to I am in the clouds so I cannot walk home Please get me out, It's a bad way Bad way From Letras Mania