Hours pass, and he still counts the minutes That I am not there, - TopicsExpress



          

Hours pass, and he still counts the minutes That I am not there, I swear I didnt mean For it to feel like this Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised And dont fly fast. Oh, pilot can you help me? Can you make this last? This plane is all I got So keep it steady, now Cause every inch you see is bruised I lace my Chucks, I walk the aisle I take my pills, the babies cry All I hear is whats playing through The in-flight radio Now every word of every song I ever heard that made me wanna stay Is whats playing through The in-flight radio, and I And I am, finally waking up
Posted on: Sat, 02 Nov 2013 15:50:57 +0000

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