you’re on your cell
making secret goodbyes
all red and teary-eyed
cause where you’re going
they just aren’t allowed
and you’ve always hated to lie
we’re drumming up some plans
there’s a hurricane in the sky
we’ve got the whole evening to kill
before we climb into the eye
paradise for the price of a song
moving on is moving on
and it’s only you
i totally understand
for some fucked up reason
i believe this… is it true?
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