Beauteous Victory (Out Of This World USA)
What is the theory behind the spell?
I killed my own heart. Do you know how miserable that feels?
Traveling across town just to find a reason to live
You and I made love
Seven thousand times in my head already
But it's even more thrilling when it's real. I only tell the truth
When I feel it is necessary...
As day turns into night
White roses turn black
Young love may be potentially dead
My soul grows old. My spirit grows cold.
What a waste of life
But the beauty of it still remains.
In you there's a light
That I can't reach.
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