Where are the windows Where are the doors Is there ever gonna be a soft landing Will the walls ever stop throbbing One little half of pleasure In between life and all it’s lows and falls So will you fly with me Are you angel, alien or owl… I swallow a harsh pill difficult to take down Now I’m pacing the place looking for the way out.
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