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Sat, Jan 12
... Fly far away
Hold my hand and well make it all right
From this hell that we live in
Cross the road until the light
Comes inside and lives within
Its a long and lonesome ride
When your friends have all gone home
But the roses in your eyes
They pull me in so I dont feel alone

You have one wing and
I have another
Seeking shelter
Like sister and brother
Through the winter and
Through the summer
Like one angel we'll
Fly far away

Sometimes I just can't help but cry
When I think of what we've become
Like a soldier lost in the night
Forgetting all where he has come from
But the mud will soon become dry
And the sun will rise again
And the shadows in our eyes
Will fade away down to lower plains

Cause
You have one wing and
I have another
Seeking shelter
like sister and brother
Through the winter and
Through the summer
Like one angel we'll
Fly far away

So my friend now this I say
I won't leave you hangin on
Hold on tight now and don't fly away
Till one angel we have become

Eileen's Song by Burlap to Cashmere
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posted at 9:53 p.m.