Paroles Mock Orange de Keane

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I guess it was this winter when I learned we hide behind our words. Before you act impulsively obtuse, maybe you should ask first.These day I'm feeling older and older and I can't wait or put off life to the point it's too late to make a change. It comes slow and it's hard to accept, but it's worked so far and I believe that we have to believe in who we are.I say we're better in our own way. Listen to your heart, don't leave it in the open. Don't let them write you out and treat it like it's nothing. Months of lost control and empty shows just wastes our time, we say.These days are getting warmer and warmer and I can't wait to roll down the windows and let in the breeze of every state to the east coast. Last summer we stood in the street in Queens, June was alive in a borough composed of gray and green and the rain fell down and steamed on the concrete. Everything moved like music. Like some kind of jazz I can't understand. Conduction came from everywhere.

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