I've been alive for 10 seconds, 12 minutes until tomorrow.
We breathe, the world is in our lungs.
I touch the clouds with my fingertips.
The way I see you doesn't change, even through misty glass, my mind knows your face.
We breathe, the world is in our lungs.
I touch the clouds with my fingertips.
The way I see you doesn't change, even through misty glass, my mind knows your face.
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