Never could see past the skin
They make you believe
Beauty's from
A light at the end of the tunnel
A secret society
And
You are a discretion
A digital response
We should have found the
I'm waking up, the lights are, the lights are on
I'm
Wake me from this lucid dream
I no longer have control
Grabbing
These our the words to our song
(so its going down)
We
The days gone waste time
Such spell settle, settle
A sweet little
Farewell
Hey
Unto the dines
Should berine
With flowers in her hair
She
Calm the wind
Calm
Please dont love too soon
To your self
I might have to
To
Fortunes are running out
Through the spectrum, a spectrum
You wanna tumble
The phone we wake up
Friends for a time Friends for
To me it seems
To ask for reason's a plea for
Concentrate on making love
Concentrate on making love
Concentrate on making love
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