I sat and stared at the sky.
I knew I'd find myself there again.
I wonder how else to cope with the air.
the air that brings me this luck.
I'm unlucky...that's just me.
seems what used to be has changed.
I feel it coming again,
I feel it coming with the wind.
I feel it coming again,
I feel it breaking with the wind.
and I know,
I would feel it again if I just played along.
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