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She told me about Saturday and how all things were different then.
I told her about October, and rainy days in Providence.
I warned her about blue eyes, and how she must never fall for them.
Then I realized our trip had crashed and burned just like our hands and knees.
"So Tremble", she screamed out.
"This is too addicting."
I'm addicted.
I'm addicted.
I'm addicted to air that crosses the ocean, and whizzes through trees, that makes us fall to our knees, but when the angels came and broadened our day, we smiled and felt as if "Things were okay."
Well tomorrow won't be..
Tomorrow will only be the same.
- This, A Letter To Hollow Persons
I told her about October, and rainy days in Providence.
I warned her about blue eyes, and how she must never fall for them.
Then I realized our trip had crashed and burned just like our hands and knees.
"So Tremble", she screamed out.
"This is too addicting."
I'm addicted.
I'm addicted.
I'm addicted to air that crosses the ocean, and whizzes through trees, that makes us fall to our knees, but when the angels came and broadened our day, we smiled and felt as if "Things were okay."
Well tomorrow won't be..
Tomorrow will only be the same.
- This, A Letter To Hollow Persons