Get up, get out, get away from these liars
'Cause they don't get your soul or your fire.
Take my hand, knot your fingers through mine
And we'll walk from this dark room for the last time.
22/04/2018
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An artist is rarely bridled with practicalities and perhaps it is that
freedom which allows him to construct his dreams, make something out of
nothing. But...
3 comments:
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I like this :)
It's a song. Snow Patrol. Open Your Eyes.
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