
Flying over the Pacific, Frequent thoughts of your face/and my mind begins to race and my thoughts began drifting/ memories of plastic toys for my birthday seem so far in the distance/What i wouldn't give to catch up and revisit/ what becomes of you when your stuck in a tunnel and the blur becomes your vision/ and in your mind your relive everything you ever witnessed/ and the good becomes the bad and the bad becomes the good/ so in return there are no specifics/ just painted painted images with complex depictions/ no focal point to choose/ just odd shapes and very deep hues.
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