withering on the vine and blowing in the wind, keeping the draft at bay.
finding the silver lining, chasing rainbows over the horizon and far away.
keeping a close watch on this heart of mine, taking it to the limit one more time.
wandering among the wreckage, looking for an angel.
the price you pay, you can't always get what you want.
in the middle of the road, crying out your name, freedom.
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