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I walk towards my step |
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without aiming my bow |
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things I draw in my dream |
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well it's the only dream no more |
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boys or girls I hard to tell |
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they're standing beside my road |
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they seem to never move at all |
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or not to breath any more |
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I'm rolling on a love again |
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barely getting out |
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I'm falling in a love again |
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with knowing what remains |
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I'm rolling on a love again |
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barely getting out |
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I'm falling in a love again |
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with knowing what remains |
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I'm rolling on a love again |
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barely getting out |
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I'm falling in a love again |
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with knowing what remains |
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I'm rolling on a love again |
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barely getting out |
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I'm falling in a love again |
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I know what remains |