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Aug 12
Thrillers come dance to the sound villain,
Players keep snapping your hands to the ceiling
Have you ever heard the sound of whose missing?
Have you ever looked at another man washing his hands from a killing?
It bleeds thru my soul how they took my heart
It taste disgusting if I told you how I got my fame.
I had my dream person and they told me I wasn't enough....
As the party gets louder
And the lovers call it a night
It was like .... The stars were watching us
It was like .... Jacob told me where dreams come from
It was like .....my tears told me where they stood
And when the song was over I could hear the sound of millions weeping
Written by
ZEAL
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