I could feel at the time there was no way of knowing. Fallen leaves in the night, who can say where they’re blowing. As free as the wind and hopefully learning. Why the sea on the tide has no way of turning
Roxy Music, More than this
I could feel at the time there was no way of knowing. Fallen leaves in the night, who can say where they’re blowing. As free as the wind and hopefully learning. Why the sea on the tide has no way of turning
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