We run through this life Trying to do things as quickly as possible Just to return to another day as bad as The one before it Before I slightly go crazy Things make me think of you To think of the things that you do Above the blue We're not here for a reason It isn't our choice To come and go as we choose And when I do stupid things now It doesn't matter Above the blue something stirs Making my heart feel loveBirth sign: Libra
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