There is so much I want to do before I have kids like, you know, die.
Breeze blows from treetops to tease
Sensation wondering your imagination
Wondering where she can be
It feels so cold as you go
When you leave, you're a dandelion blown on the breeze
Wondering where you could be
The whispers the wind up
She whispers and into the air we fly
So fly, oh, dandelion fly
Yes, it's time, it's time for you to fly...

You watch them for hours,
From slates and clock towers,
The lines below.
But your life is other
And lovers and mothers...
Breeze blows from rooftops to your
Destination trapped in your imagination
She's all you can see.
Black lock hearted you miss her
Oh God, how you miss her so
Hallam Foe, oh, dandelion blow
Yes, it's time
Dandelion fly...

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