I'm not coming back (forgive me). I've done something so terrible, I'm terrified to speak (I'm not calling, I'm not calling) but you'd expect that from me. I'm mixed up, I'll be blunt; now the rain is just washing you out of my hair and out of my life (you're driving me crazy). Keeping an eye on the world, so many thousands to feet off the ground.
I'm over you now. I'm at home in the clouds. Towering over your head.
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