Paroles de Lost No.7
The pencil writes the lettersThat show me how you feel
And I'm sorry for what I did
But you made me an impression of
What you want
When we fly they will rise
For now I'll get over you
To an end, I will not say to you
We are one and the same
Person that confronts them (them)
Follow me when I laugh to another day
When I shall breathe
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