There was a girl, awash in her own world
A sandstone angel by the sea
The clocks, they never stop to wonder how they lost
The moments we can’t keep out of our dreams
There was a girl, awash in her own world
A sandstone angel by the sea
The clocks, they never stop to wonder how they lost
The moments we can’t keep out of our dreams
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