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Swann Jul 2010
I want fire above this city,
Gaining speed and rushing towards,
Want to burn you up, my sweety.
In your mistakes, i will go forward.

As red as blood i'ĺl flow.
Blow up your bones with bombs.
Smell you, find you, kiss you... slow.
We both know i am a rocket.
And what you want is just a boat.

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