Fly

 Tác giả : Church, The

 Người đăng : administrator, 13 năm trước

Baby smiled like a tiny child
She talks her head off, and the land lies wild
Tossed and turned on a teardrop sea
And all the dark clowns who are following me


And they fly, she pointed up into the sky
And you can't touch them if you try
And they fly


Baby left as she lost her breath
Hastens off to some unknown death
Trapped inside her painted eyes
Takes herself into a new sunrise

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