Angels fly in the air tonight, And stars collide and the air's alive
And what ever happened to the things you loved
And the songs we played, and the indian days
Whatever happened to the things you gave away?
Like Harold and Maude singing
Like Harold and Maude singing
I was waving as you drove away
The sunlight was falling
You were writing backwards in a dusty window pane
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