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pulled out from the roots and thrown out, we speed through life like birds crossing the highway.

anyone can play guitar.

destiny, destiny protect me from the world
destiny, hold my hand protect me from the world
here we are with our running and confusion
and i don't see no confusion anywhere

tick tock.

you never realize how special something is until it's gone.

tiny jars.

and i do my best impression of weightlessness, now too
and i might be wrong, i might be wrong, i might be wrong
but honey i believed i could
float away daringly
i'm just the same but brand new to you