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• Artiste: Logan Whitehurst
• Titre: Saturday, 2:43 PM
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The sun is very bright today And still, the clouds are big and gray I wonder why that makes me think of you The light that shines upon your face Is from the depths of outer space A billion years from Western Avenue My emotional survival Depends on your arrival Right hand on the Bible, Do you solemnly swear That you'll keep our agreement To meet me on the pavement And come to my apartment At the top of the stairs I'll sing a little break-up song Until I see you come along Or maybe I will write that song for you And then a circuit in my brain Will explode, and there you'll be again And we can count the craters on the moon My emotional survival Depends on your arrival Right hand on the Bible, Do you solemnly swear That you'll keep our agreement To meet me on the pavement And come to my apartment At the top of the stairs Sudden connection Flying sensation Little celebration As I crumple to the ground A painful situation Followed by the realization That there's a somber congregation Standing all around You're there among the fading crowd I smile, and then I sing aloud Goodbye, goodbye is all I have to say It seems as though I should have known But then I never would have flown It doesn't seem too high a price to pay Although I may be dying My body may be lying Taxis may be crying In a chorus of cars Reality receding My heart no longer beating My life will not be fleeting When I'm out among the stars