Paroles Saturday, 2:43 PM de Logan Whitehurst

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The sun is very bright todayAnd still, the clouds are big and grayI wonder why that makes me think of youThe light that shines upon your faceIs from the depths of outer spaceA billion years from Western AvenueMy emotional survivalDepends on your arrivalRight hand on the Bible,Do you solemnly swearThat you'll keep our agreementTo meet me on the pavementAnd come to my apartmentAt the top of the stairsI'll sing a little break-up songUntil I see you come alongOr maybe I will write that song for youAnd then a circuit in my brainWill explode, and there you'll be againAnd we can count the craters on the moonMy emotional survivalDepends on your arrivalRight hand on the Bible,Do you solemnly swearThat you'll keep our agreementTo meet me on the pavementAnd come to my apartmentAt the top of the stairsSudden connectionFlying sensationLittle celebrationAs I crumple to the groundA painful situationFollowed by the realizationThat there's a somber congregationStanding all aroundYou're there among the fading crowdI smile, and then I sing aloudGoodbye, goodbye is all I have to sayIt seems as though I should have knownBut then I never would have flownIt doesn't seem too high a price to payAlthough I may be dyingMy body may be lyingTaxis may be cryingIn a chorus of carsReality recedingMy heart no longer beatingMy life will not be fleetingWhen I'm out among the stars

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