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Hindsight
Crashing, tumbling, falling fast.
How long can it possibly last?
Stumbling, trembling, racing heart.
Should have listened from the start.
Bleeding, crying, blurred vision.
Someone save me from this prison.
Flying, soaring, high above.
Blinded by this thing called Love.
How long can it possibly last?
Stumbling, trembling, racing heart.
Should have listened from the start.
Bleeding, crying, blurred vision.
Someone save me from this prison.
Flying, soaring, high above.
Blinded by this thing called Love.
Published 3rd Mar 2019
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