Behind Glass

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Holy Sons - Rock

Behind Glass

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Memories do pass and fade Like lazy Sundays There's a strange wind blowing through the trees That sickens my knees I could spend my days breaking out of a jail I built Sitting behind glass I installed in the past to escape It's absurd to know why I didn't grow Lucky for the ones who take and grab what they see So different from me The whole world is jealous of itself It's jealous of itself I could spend my days breaking out of a jail I built Sitting behind glass I installed in the past to escape

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  • Emil Amos