Tonight my life is moving fast
I sit and watch the
Santa Claus and mistletoe, carols by the fire
Send a card
Sometimes I'm an indian
Caught only by the sky
I can't go
I put my hands where your wings should be,
I put
I got my daddy's eyes
But you gave me your double
Oh I won't be your pretty baby,
I won't eat from
On the vermont transit bus I leaned my arm into
I'm talking to strangers
To see what I feel
Your face is
When birds fly they navigate by stars,
These nights the walls
I want to live where the sky is big
Simple and
I've been wondering,
Waiting for something to give,
I won't be a
Kiss me, kiss me, under a glow-star sky;
If they're stuck
Is it something ritual
I'm caught in, can't break the spell?
The bullet's deep, I'm not dreaming,
The blood I keep, while
Look at me I'm smooth like a shell,
Put your head
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