when the skies grey, i live off light rays, I’ve written every page of my life’s play.. I’ve gone through my eyes. I’ve covered outside the lines, tryna hold these golden years that are flashing by, when the skies grey, i live off light rays, I’ve written every page of my lifes play. I’ve gone through my eyes. I’ve covered outside the lines, tryna hold these golden years that are flashing by.
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