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Letras de Canciones / S / Sixpence None The Richer / This Beautiful Mess / |
| Sixpence None The Richer - Drifting |
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Drifting away from you
Spinning down to the pinpoint drop of isolation
In a spell
Walking away from the fire
That keeps my heart
From turning ice
Golden feet grace the surface of the sea
Sinking deeper I view them from underneath
Flailing kicking as I head for the deep
I question a hypothetical lead supper
Oh God receive my outstretched hand
Will I inhale the blue
Spinning down upon the glass
A ghost towards realization of a cell
Enclosing the hauntings of a past
That blind the eyes
And rust the heart
So I fell
I need you to take my hand
And keep my heart from ice |
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Webs amigas |
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