When the air rushes by and the wind blows,
When the love you feel has no meaning,
And when you have no choice but one
Is there someway,
A path maybe to take to MAKE another way?
Red the color of blood.
Dripping down, causing
Tears.
It's never the answer.
When the love you feel has no meaning,
And when you have no choice but one
Is there someway,
A path maybe to take to MAKE another way?
Red the color of blood.
Dripping down, causing
Tears.
It's never the answer.
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