it is the wind in your face
it is the the smell of loam in your olfactory
it is the static roar of the sky in your ears
it is the globe of light in the on-rushing darkness
it is the perfect upshift taken
it is the adrenaline rush in your head
it is the thin line between life and possible death
it is the reason to be at 3 in the morn...
Bliss
-jing-
All American Rejects - Sunshine
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