Picture this in balck and white To silluate the world collide I wished upon a shooting star To know how always wonder where you are
I watch as it circles round And then it came crashing down I stand frozen by in the moment
Hand up, you can touch the sky Won't you feed me to the wolves instead
I am damage by the wreckage
Gets the song to play in my head So the mistery are fold inside Where shadows find a way to hide
Ií‚´m still searching for the clues
(Seems like it will never end)
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