maja matusiak - QRV4

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I felt the wind coming at my face I couldn't see, so I couldn't tell I couldn't feel, the sky was teal What I was, or what I could be Tell me where you go Or where you wanna be I'll be sitting in a taxi waiting for the scene I don't reconcile with your state of mind You could've been a better man That can say goodbye I felt the wind coming at my face I couldn't see, so I couldn't tell I couldn't feel, the sky was teal What I was, or what I could be Tell me where you go Or where you wanna be I'll be sitting in a taxi waiting for the scene I don't reconcile with your state of mind You could've been a better man That can say goodbye
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