Flying on a Soul, by Reagan Subscribe to rss feed for Reagan 

When I got over you 
I looked to down beneath
I didn't need you to support my knees
I was flying by myself
like an iPod off the shelves
and I glided through the night without a single fright
Posted: 2009-10-25 01:35:24 UTC
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