I don't want to be your 'baby'
I don't want to
I never thought this could happen
I never thought I could
Graphs and grids and useless information
Dotted red lines around all
Sometimes I feel out of control
2,000 miles away you take
Meet a girl on the corner, waiting for the cars
Standing
Sun sets over domes and spires
Like a magic circle
it's over
The carpet it bluer then usual and...
The rain hung
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