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Feels like im in twilight These eyes only see star-lite nights Step under sun, and my skins pushing crystal It's like a dream but this ***** actually happening Baby, my touch isn't free Ill play grim Reaper Your time is valuable to me Sounds like the script to a romantic fantasy Like a sixth sense I can see what I believe And this metaphor seems real to me Happiness is my opinion The nights just when im living To the chronicles of the AOE (Army of Excellence) When Saint Christopher grew his wings To become a savior to the human king Took flight and saved the image of the living These are just stories Now here comes a parody It's pure and so euphoric A joke, so cheap everyone can afford it Making circles in history But I could die tommorow, and no amount of money Would be able to buy these types of memories
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Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 1:27 AM UTC
Real or Fantasy
Feels like im in twilight These eyes only see star-lite nights Step under sun, and my skins pushing crystal It's like a dream but this ***** actually happening Baby, my touch isn't free Ill play grim Reaper Your time is valuable to me Sounds like the script to a romantic fantasy Like a sixth sense I can see what I believe And this metaphor seems real to me Happiness is my opinion The nights just when im living To the chronicles of the AOE (Army of Excellence) When Saint Christopher grew his wings To become a savior to the human king Took flight and saved the image of the living These are just stories Now here comes a parody It's pure and so euphoric A joke, so cheap everyone can afford it Making circles in history But I could die tommorow, and no amount of money Would be able to buy these types of memories
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Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 1:27 AM UTC
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