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• Artiste: New Relics (The)
• Titre: Casting Stones
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There you sit, throwing diamonds in the wishing well Casting stones upon the lake Wanting freedom, freedom from yourself But you know that you just won't leave you alone Looking out the window of the boardroom Where you buy your fortunes and sell your souls Peering down to the streets below Forty stories to a story not yet told So fly away from the building Fly away into softer surroundings Fly away from the feeling that you're alone You pass the bridges in your fancy cars They wander the streets alone in the cold, in the dark Don't want the life they've lived so far Midnight whiskey and the cold are their homes So fly away from the building Fly away and find a place where you can rest Fly away from the feelings Fly away Could I climb a bridge so tall When the October wind blows? What would happen if I should happen to fall? Would anybody care? Would anybody even know? So I fly away from the building Fly away and I fall into the hands of the angels Fly away from the feelings Fly away