Casualties of Cool - Flight lyrics
[Casualties of Cool - Flight lyrics]
I find myself drawn to the evening
Oh, throw me out i’m already leaving
Oh, float me down to my reaping
Paint the streets red with my decision
Feed the pidgeons with my collision
I am beyond all this i wash my hands of it
This is my request wish me the best
This is my request wish me the best
Now I fall now I call
I’m colder
How much I miss you how bad I miss you
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