Windparadox
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I used to be a lunatic from the gracious days
I used to feel woebegone and so restless nights
My aching heart would bleed for you to see
Oh, but now
(I don't find myself bouncing home
Whistling buttonhole tunes to make me cry)
I used to feel woebegone and so restless nights
My aching heart would bleed for you to see
Oh, but now
(I don't find myself bouncing home
Whistling buttonhole tunes to make me cry)