I sat and stared at the sky. I knew I'd find myself there again. I wonder how else to cope with the air. the air that brings me this luck. I'm unlucky...that's just me. seems what used to be has changed.
I feel it coming again, I feel it coming with the wind. I feel it coming again, I feel it breaking with the wind.
and I know, I won't feel it again if I just played along. "stupid games are for stupid people" and they end just like a song. a song with no beginning. a song that has no meaning. just like this one...
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