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A song that I am working on. Think Bush only dark & depressed. |
VERSE 1: What are these thoughts running through my head? An overwhelming feeling of dread. Sometimes I think I'd be better off dead. I think I've lost my way! CHORUS: Fly me away from here! I want to scream it to the heavens. I want to fade away & disappear into nothing. I want to soar like a bird on the wing. I want to know what it is to be free. So I close my eyes & dream, I can fly away. VERSE 2: If I had wings I could fly from here & escape from all the pain. If I was a bird I could go anywhere, just riding the winds of change. CHORUS |