I run from tomorrow
tripping I fall
Fall through the skies
I fall from all your lies
I spread my wings and hope to fly
but my wings are clipped and I cry
So falling from this all
There is nothing left for me now
And all I ask is How
Was feeling a bit weird I guess


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Mew?
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Mew?
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Look out! They got a piano!
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