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Mama, papa forgive me

Out of sight, out of mind
Out of time to decide
Do we run? should I hide
For the rest of my life

Can we fly? do we stay?
We could lose we could fail
And the more minutes take
To make planer, or mistakes

30 minutes, the blink of the night
30 minutes to alter our lifes
30 minutes to make up my mind
30 minutes to finally decide
30 minutes to whisper your name
30 minutes to shelter the blame
30 minutes of bliss, 30 lies
30 minutes to finally decide

Carousels in the sky
That we shape with our eyes
Under shade silhouettes casting
Shapes crying rain

Can we fly do I stay
We could lose, we could fail
Either way, options change
Chances fail, trains derail.