Maybe is the kind of word that saves things
A relief for those who crave wings
She lives the things that I am dreaming
It's in the air she's breathing
It's what carries her away
away, away, away...
Maybe can you turn around and face me?
I want to rest my eyes on 'could be'
I want to know that things can change
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