I have a mask,
Hidden in my pocket.
I have an aviator,
Deep inside my bag.
I have a pull over,
Wind speaks to my chest.
I have a head-ache
And it's unsafe to say,
I have a face,
That I wear everyday.
The winds shall pass, the sea shall sing The birds will feather, the ink will hide. Yet the song must live on - The one song that the songb...
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