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Second skin Luka Bloom Denise Smith (SMITHD@wpo.auhs.edu) |
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We looked good on the face of things We spent our days like Broken strings Looking at aeroplanes, Talking wings Disconnected Chorus We came together like a hurricane Started rivers running through my veins Dressed in love I can feel no pain So connected The light is changing, the night begins She whispers softly into the listening wind Who comes to rescue all my faded dreams within When will I ever find my second skin We need no trappings No nightgowns We're living under cover in town We're out of touch with the people around So connected Chorus Lalalalalalalalalalalala.... Whoaoa, Second skin Lalalalalalalalalalalala....