The feathers are flying when we were in pillow fight
But I don’t mind cause there’s nobody else
By the way someone is coming to us
They are mad and carry many torches
Run and run until they can’t find us
Hold your breath until they can’t find you
Or just screaming out like a drunken boy
I was on the street when I opened my eyes
I picked up my pillow but the feather was not in it
The feathers were flying when I saw the sky
I think I cannot catch them anymore
Feathers are flying high
Like you guys said before
They won’t stop spreading out
Like you guys said before
Like feathers
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