COUNTINGCROWS - ROUNDHERE
And in between the moon and you
The angels get a better view
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.
I walk in the air between the rain
Through myself and back again, Where?
Maria says she's dying
Through the door I hear her crying
The angels get a better view
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.
I walk in the air between the rain
Through myself and back again, Where?
Maria says she's dying
Through the door I hear her crying
Why?
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