I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.
...I cannot turn to see those eyes
As apologies may rise
I must be strong and stay an unbeliever
And love the sound of you walking away, you walking away
Mascara bleeds into my eye, oh
And I'm not cold, I am old
At least as old as you are...
As apologies may rise
I must be strong and stay an unbeliever
And love the sound of you walking away, you walking away
Mascara bleeds into my eye, oh
And I'm not cold, I am old
At least as old as you are...
(c) Franz Ferdinand "Walk Away"
The light was brighter
The taste sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
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