And the boys go on and on and on and on.
And there is gold falling from the ceiling of this world.
Falling from the heartbeat of this girl.
Falling from the things we should have learned.
Falling from the the things we could have heard.
Falling from the people that we hurt.
Falling from the love we never earned.
Falling from the sky that should have burned.
Falling from my heart, falling from my heart.
Angus and Julia Stone- And the boys
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