I was thinking maybe we could go outside.
Let the night sky cool your foolish pride.
Don’t you feel alive?
These are your times and our highs.
I was thinking maybe we could go outside.
I was thinking maybe we could go outside.
the indian wind along the telegraph lines
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I was thinking maybe we could go outside.
I was thinking maybe we could go outside.
Let the night sky cool your foolish pride.
Don’t you feel alive?
These are your times and our highs.