'soon this space will be too small and I'll laugh so hard that the walls cave in then I'll die three times and be born again in a little box with a golden key and a flying fish will set me free ... soon this space will be too small and I'll go outside and I'll go outside'... lhasa de sela



I don't believe in the existence of angels
[But looking at you I wonder if that's true]

But if I did I would some of them together
And ask them to watch over you

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