in my head: green day - wake me up when september ends; cai qin - qing2 ren2 de4 yan3 lei4; sting - when we dance

sitting on an emotional roller coaster. at the point where 2 worlds collide: the past and tragic, the gentle sadnesses, the rolling days of longing; and the future and wonderful, the sharp staccato-like beats, the bursts of little happinesses.

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as my memory rests
but never forgets what i lost
wake me up when september ends

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when we dance
angels will run and hide their wings