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Overcast Day
some things always feel the same
like the passage of time without your hand
by my side
i need you to slip off my ballet shoes as i sleep, pull me into you
eyes open wide, tears spill the sides breathe in and out
with me again
and if you have the chance take me for granted
some things always feel the same
like the water marked ceiling, when your words lose meaning
i need you too
slip off my ballet shoes as i sleep
and pull me into you
eyes close down, tears hit the ground breathe in and out
with me again
if you have the chance, take me for granted.
you're a fire that can't be contained, disguised as an overcast day.
From Letras Mania