I’m ripping your posters off the wall
I’m moving the boxes into the hall
I stop when i hear a drum beat call
Must be a sign
It is time
I need to take myself away
From the pillowed hand, on which i stand
and throw me out of the side of a plane
and I’ll just see where I land
I will have to pull my heart away
‘Cos if i never leave I’ll ruin yesterday
It’s not like my feet are stuck to the floor
it’s (more…)
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