Paroles de Arriving Where You Will
Believe an arm fell and I walked still.Arriving where you will.
Thinking as the day rolls on.
It's been this way before, I recognize.
Hands in pockets and gray skies.
You can only wish they were all this way.
Not unless you fix it in the end somehow.
What are you doing now?
What are you doing now?
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