It wasn't about the swing.
Back and forth.
Up and down.
Trying to jump off, without falling.
Caught in air.
But you've given me the messages I have always wanted to hear you say.
Admiration, fly away.
And I will come home again, and be your angel.
Back and forth.
Up and down.
Trying to jump off, without falling.
Caught in air.
But you've given me the messages I have always wanted to hear you say.
Admiration, fly away.
And I will come home again, and be your angel.
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