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The Dreamer
Sunday, September 2, 2012/ 1:27 PM
I'm just a dreamer but I'm hanging on
Though I am nothing big to offer I watch the birds, how they dive in then gone It's like nothing in this world's ever still And I'm just a shadow of your thoughts in me But sun is setting, shadows growing A long cast figure will turn into night It's like nothing in this world ever sleeps Oh sometimes the blues is just a passing bird And why can't that always be Tossing aside from your birches crown Just enough dark to see How you're the light over me Labels: Lyrics |
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