These wings no longer wings to fly, but merely vans to beat the air
Sunday, November 6, 2011
When she was just a girl She expected the world But it flew away from her reach So she ran away in her sleep Dreamed of para- para- paradise Para- para- paradise Para- para- paradise Every time she closed her eyes Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh
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