Black Country Communion Song of Yesterday
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I fly away, I fly away
Like the song of yesterday
Existed somewhere in the metaphor
Resided inside of the closed door
Finally I open my eyes
Just to realise
Promises are empty, if dreams died
I fly away, I fly away
Like the song of yesterday
Shaken up, turned inside out
No shifting this flame of doubt
Embers burn but don't warm me
The smoke and mirrors reality
Promises are empty, if dreams died
I fly away, I fly away
Like the song of yesterday
I sit here waiting, waiting but I can't breathe
Try to catch the whim of the breeze
Empty handed time after time
Promises are empty, if dreams died
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Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2023
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