i flew so far on that jet plane and there you were telling me no complaining about my fears my eventual death you said, "it'll come, it'll pass. Just take the next breath. and won't you tell me when you flee what you see." you can tell me when you flee what you think you'll see (chase the stars wondering why wonder's so hard when your past proceeds supersedes your head and nothing new has ever bred nothing true has ever said nothing you has ever bled 'this head is not my bed feet knocking on the floor freezing freedom...') and now you tell me when I flee what I should see someone please tell me on this superstitious spree why I can't see why did I flee what you mean to me Ellee 2002 Home
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