May 11, 2011

Up in the Air















Somethings,
Sometimes,
When we get it on time,
There's a Reason we're happy, whether a juice or a wine.
The Sun's shining bright,
And the winds passing by,
My Veins,
My Brains,

Who the Hell says I'm alright.............
Who the Hell says I'm alright.............
I'm up in the Air..............
Hiding in the Big cloud.



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