I would need a bucket filled with stars,
To tell you how I feel.
I can feel the blood inside me, move.
I can feel the breath inside me, breathe.
I can feel the world pulling me to the west.
That's where we meet,
Like the Atlantic and Pacific.
Magnetic, rushing, crashing.
Waves.
To tell you how I feel.
I can feel the blood inside me, move.
I can feel the breath inside me, breathe.
I can feel the world pulling me to the west.
That's where we meet,
Like the Atlantic and Pacific.
Magnetic, rushing, crashing.
Waves.
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