You could see nothing will follow Is it me, or is it of paradise
I cannot feel the sun And your gentle touch I can't find the highs or the lows Is it me, and you, or our follow through and youth As the lights turn down The rain burns out the castaways
Too lit up to see.
I can't feel the sun And your gentle touch I can't find the highs or the lows Is it me, and you, or our follow through and youth As the lights turn down The rain burns out the castaways
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