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When the sun goes down
I go out on the pages
I pop the ballon u sailed across, the tip from the bottom of tress
From the inside of the way, i start the illusion that escapes
Stop run
Just keep me where i want
You knew how good it felt to be home
Then realise that oh God you were not aware, i was in love with u
U didnt have to run
Stop run
Just keep me where i want
Your frozen year
Your frozen year
Year u knew how good it felt to be home
You didnt have to run
Stop run
Just keep me where i want
You knew how good it felt to be home