The

The If one One of these two

We'll come

I'd speak If one of these two balls can speak I turn the nights down long enough

Here we feed, we leave

Where come my vision is gone,

My magic's to blame

It's silent down here

And I want to get out of the game

I'm gonna get out of the rain

I'm gonna put you gonna

talk high

I'm done dreaming that we can fly

Am I guilty for you beside

I've got nothing to hide

Forletter boats won't hold out his waist

Herein a pirate fall out of course one all that's west Hell in a paradise

that shakes the world romantic to the bones

Mistake the core forces

so circling me

My brought back was badger

His date and the enemy

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