estimating that they 've already taken beauty
cross your hand and say your song
just like you did
supposing that the truth is the truth
fucking scene of
last for ..
whenever the light went out
oh you and we weaved the spirit
perfect but belive in that not true
just like the clouds you hold to
scream out the smell of the blue
clumsy and crashing some thing rolling down
the street is waiting for you
gestures and nodding just like the real but not true...
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