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The closest I ever got to freedom
Was running in a poppyfield
I was out of time and no one's slave
And I wish that I could trade my talking
For the stillness by which flowers are surrounded
Still I cannot dream
I'm stuck in this life
Trapped inside my body
No, I wouldn't wait for Spring to blossom
My November has yet to come
I'll suffocate into the haze
But there won't be anyone to judge me
When my scarlet petals will sway
Still I cannot dream
I'm stuck in this life
Trapped inside my body
The closest I ever got to freedom
Was running in a poppyfield
I was out of time and no one's slave
And I wish that I could trade my talking
For the stillness by which flowers are surrounded
If only I could let go
I'd be as innocent as wet snow
Free of any connotation
Free of any implication
If only I could let go
I'd be as innocent as wet snow
Free of any connotation
Free for imagination
Free for imagination
WRITERS
Dmitrij Fruci
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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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