Casualties of Cool - Flight lyrics

[Casualties of Cool - Flight lyrics]

And so it goes the window left open
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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