fly away from here
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees
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