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Album: Demos for Next Album
By: Alyse Black
By: Alyse Black
Duration
4:13
Description
Fourteen years old we woke at four a.m. Scrambled up to the sunrise With dangled feet we held each others' hands We kissed while we made vows that we'd break Somehow it wasn't lies. I look around to see If anyone sees me Thoughts sincere surrealing Summon this soft feeling We are not these bodies − We are not this flesh I am not so different from all the rest Though I appear surrounded in night I'm growing into the sunlight I'm growing into the sunlight