March
We could go on a ride,and leave this life behind.
Start over by the sea,
Darling, you and me.
Flying high as the stars
... Like a strange life on mars.
In you I must confide,
and behind what this door hides,
Could be the next ride,
The next life we leave behind.
Brandi Deacon
2011
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