Paradise

When she was just a girl she expected the world. But it

 flew away   f r o m   h e r   r e a c h . . .

 so she ran away in her sleep.

And dreamed of a paradise every time she closed her eyes.
When she was just a girl she expected the world but it flew away from her reach and the bullets catch in her teeth. Life goes on, it gets so heavy.

And dreams of so lying underneath those stormy skies she'd say,

 "Oh, I know the sun must s e t   t o   r i s e"

‘The wheel breaks the butterfly, every tear a waterfall.

In the night the stormy night she'll close her eyes,

In the night the stormy night away she'd fly

 and dream of a paradise,

paradise.








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