[2001-03-08 - 01:48:20] - hey.

Hey.

You're beautiful. And that's for sure. You'll never ever fade. You're lovely-- but it's not for sure that I won't ever change.

Though my love is real, though my love is true-- I'm like a bird. I only fly away. I don't know where my soul is, I don't know where my home is.

Your faith in me brings me to tears, even after all these years. And, it pains me so much to tell that you don't know me that well.

Though my love is real, though my love is true, I'm like a bird, I only fly away. I don't know where my soul is. I don't know where my home is.

It's not that I want to say goodbye . . it's just that everytime you try to tell me that you love me, each and every single day, I know I'm gonna hafta eventually give you away. And though my love is real, though my love is true--

I'm just scared that we may fall through. Yeah.

I'm like a bird. I don't know where my soul is, I don't know where my home is. I'm like a bird, I only fly away. All I need for you to know is-- I'm like a bird. I only fly away. I don't know where my soul is, I don't know where my home is.

I don't know where my soul is, I don't know where my home is.


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