Mending hand bleeding and
lend my hands the wheel.
You fly over me.
Let it go now.
You've been glad too.
With my hand as the wheel you cry over me.
I would like to be a child.
Drown with me until you die.
I thought I heard you cry.
But it's just the wheels that ride over me.
But then I know that's why.
When I hear you sneeze.
You're my dancing girl.
I never thought you'd mean the world.
It's why I'm here and why it seems reliable.
So much time for us,
there's nowhere here but there it was.
The tale I had.
And you became a friend again.
I can hear them,
they lost their sense and feelings.
When you touch the wheel,
I'll be alright asleep forever.
I would like to be a child.
Drown with me until you die.
You're my dancing girl.
I never thought you'd mean the world.
It's why I'm here and why it seems reliable.
So much time for us,
there's nowhere here but there it was.
The tale I told in a breeze.
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