Here we go, back to the same road
Finding silence in the row and then we roar
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On the middle of a finish where the dead begins
The aura of guilt still zilch to pretend
A stepping stone leading towards the dark
Another denial picturing the rusted swings in the park
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Oh how I wish you were here, we could have been happy.
The train will lead to nothingness, the doors of truth runs on the broken tracks.
There will be a light on the floor where lay our remains, shining shattered shame.
You will move further, farther will be my catch. What about the mountains when the molehills are no more?
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May I start now before the barren land of sorrow takes away my highness?
Will it be appreciated my running away through her fields?
The horizon of our dullness, could it fulfil her gulf of numbness?
If the river is flowing along with the birds chirping, can it reach the sand of her shore? Not her virginity, but my debut can raise her hand's toast, and her lips will glitter our banished blundered beauty.
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Musical Love Story On Record
Here we go, back to the same road
Finding silence in the row and then we roar
Spitting venom, that's all in the store
The storm is tight but thousand miles away is the door
Searching the lights is making me stoop low
I''m sick of these fights, walk away, ... No! !
Our love is like a desert with an Eskimo
Open the window, and feel the glow
This physcho, is still in your dreams
when you reminisce, he overlaps your spleen
you're still his princess, so let's redeem,
the love and quit this evil scheme
he's the sun, with the radioactive beams
you're the plectrum, while the guitar is unseen
his mic spits pun, with esteem
together you are a team
save the saga, before morphine turns into vivarine
The truth is you love him, and he loves you
get outa the vindictiveness, and break the curfew
his chords are blessed, and you're the breakthrough
let the ego distress, saints are there to pursue
the musical love story continues, pretend the 'fullstop' was a voodoo