Liam



That voice. The chorus, the shrieks of 'fly', 'high', 'why'. The pain buried in Liam's voice at this point explodes and threatens to wash out the entire tune in a storm of sadness. But then, like a tide, it falls majestically at the final hurdle, loping down into a crash. The foam mutters, bubbles along the sand; the wave recoils, feeding back into the great sea. And new hope rises from the bright burn of tragedy.

Doesn't get much better. 

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