Friday, October 26, 2007

- the cold and wind and rain don't know -

How many special people change? How many lives are living strange? Where were you while we were getting high? Slowly walking down the hall, faster than a cannonball. Where were you while we were getting high? Someday you will find me, caught beneath the landslide; in a champagne supernova in the sky. Someday you will find me caught beneath the landslide in a champagne supernova, a champagne supernova in the sky. Wake up the dawn and ask her why a dreamer dreams, she never dies; wipe that tear away now from your eye. Slowly walking down the hall, faster than a cannonball. Where were you while we were getting high? 'Cuz we don't believe that they're gonna get away from the summer but you and I will never die. The world's still spinning around we don't know why. How many special people change? How many lives are living strange? Where were you while we were getting high? Slowly walking down the hall, faster than a cannonball. Where were you while we were getting high? Someday you will find me caught beneath the landslide in a champagne supernova in the sky. (i'm on you)

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