Glass on glass:
This world is not my own.
Through smoky nights of jazz and raindrops,
I've tried to squeeze me in between
This glass on glass
World that's not my own.
Paned immobile:
This globe is all I own.
Pale white wings as smooth as skin,
This ashen halo binds my feet
Of glass on glass.
This globe is all I own.
This world is not my own.
Through smoky nights of jazz and raindrops,
I've tried to squeeze me in between
This glass on glass
World that's not my own.
Paned immobile:
This globe is all I own.
Pale white wings as smooth as skin,
This ashen halo binds my feet
Of glass on glass.
This globe is all I own.
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