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not what I want
Face down in the rim
Light is so dim
I cry myself to sleep
Do you dream of me
I dream of you
My lips turn blue
I feel so cold
Young but old
Tears hurt my eyes
We said goodbye
Over the phone
Left me all alone
But now I can fly
So very high
It's not what I want
It's not what I want
Light is so dim
I cry myself to sleep
Do you dream of me
I dream of you
My lips turn blue
I feel so cold
Young but old
Tears hurt my eyes
We said goodbye
Over the phone
Left me all alone
But now I can fly
So very high
It's not what I want
It's not what I want
Published 14th Feb 2015
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14th Feb 2015 7:00am
