Texty: M83. Saturdays=Youth. We Own The Sky.

Each shade of blue
Is kept in her eyes
Keep blowing and lighting
Because we own the sky

Secrets from the winds
Burnt stars crying

Soft, soft or cruel
Can't we change our minds?
We kill what we build
Because we own the sky

Secrets from the winds
Burnt stars crying
So many moons here
Lost wings floating

It's coming, it's coming now
It's coming, it's coming now
It's coming, it's coming now
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