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Someone is calling from the field The tall grass is swaying in the wind A man walked up to me And covered up my face A face made up of memories A past made up of grace Today the clouds swallowed my skin And soon the chill will lift me up Now where should I run to? Run to the tall grass A castle made of memories A face made of the past |
Credits: Music by Ian E., lyrics & vox by Nessa V. |
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Close your eyes and dream
Feel the silent scream
Taking over you
Shine on ocean blue
Fly without motion
Leave behind notion
Fly so very high
Shine on angels cry |
Credits: Music & lyrics by Ian E. - vox by Nessa V. |
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Credits: Music by Ian E. - vox by Nessa V. |
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