Nada. Pensé que: ya que había posteado una canción sobre vos (the 'darkside' one), podía aswell postear otra... ¿no? ^^'
La escribí como en 2008, pero sigue siendo una de mis canciones favoritas:
La escribí como en 2008, pero sigue siendo una de mis canciones favoritas:
"Flying Home"
She is one of the only things that I know
She would grow wings with only a dream
Nothing you can do can change her mind
'cause even when everything's wrong she has that smile
On her face she's running away
So don't try to stop her now
She is going home she needs to fly high
Open wide her wings and feel the wind
She can hallucinate and see her perfect world
Up on the ceiling in her dreams she's going home
She is one of the perfect things that I know
She would grow wings with only a whisper
Nothing you can say can change her mind
'cause when everything is right she has that smile
On her face she's running away
So don't try to stop her now
She is going home she needs to fly high
Open wide her wings and feel the wind
She can hallucinate and see her perfect world
Up on the ceiling in her dreams she's going home
She is going home she needs to fly high
Open wide her wings and feel the wind
She can hallucinate and see her perfect world
Up on the ceiling in her dreams she's going home
In her dreams she's going home
In her dreams she's going home
She is one of the only things that I know
She would grow wings with only a dream
Nothing you can do can change her mind
'cause even when everything's wrong she has that smile
On her face she's running away
So don't try to stop her now
She is going home she needs to fly high
Open wide her wings and feel the wind
She can hallucinate and see her perfect world
Up on the ceiling in her dreams she's going home
She is one of the perfect things that I know
She would grow wings with only a whisper
Nothing you can say can change her mind
'cause when everything is right she has that smile
On her face she's running away
So don't try to stop her now
She is going home she needs to fly high
Open wide her wings and feel the wind
She can hallucinate and see her perfect world
Up on the ceiling in her dreams she's going home
She is going home she needs to fly high
Open wide her wings and feel the wind
She can hallucinate and see her perfect world
Up on the ceiling in her dreams she's going home
In her dreams she's going home
In her dreams she's going home
xo-
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