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glides on

it's getting harder to get my head to sleep
time to time the pillow talks and kicks me to my feet
searching out a crossing
every light of a brand new day
damned in this madness
it's tricky either way

wouldn't it be better if I turned and walked away
shouldn't it be easier if I thought of things to say

then she glides on the wind the kite's on
never could remember those simple things I suppose

if I could tell you you look beautiful today
but an imprisoned tongue is like a damaged sun
light gone astray
would you really see me
could you feel in a similar way
damned by this madness
it's like a freight train where I lay

wouldn't it be better if I turned and walked away
shouldn't it be easier if I thought of things to say

then she glides on the wind the kite's on
never could remember those simple things I suppose
then she glides on, turns the lights on
in case you can't remember where that garden grows

could it be something, something that I never understood

hide away, glide away
I never felt nothing
nothing will make you feel this
high away, glide away
I never felt nothing
nothing will make you feel this way

but then she glides on
turns the lights on
never could remember where that garden grows


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