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over the deepest see
ocean of confounded thoughts
concert, but without the notes
Clean
ray of the morning sun
cruel words inside my head
sound so hardly and sad
ref:
Star
Dirty and fussy and meen, Don't know what ever you've seen,
High
over the way of blue tree, stands the man who has the key
You
see all the spilled trash
Looking at shattering glass,
Face full of deep going scars
Fly
Run away from your dreams
I am the keeper of key,
Your only chance to be free
ref:
Star
Dirty and fussy and meen, Don't know what ever you've seen,
High
over the way of blue tree, stands the man who has the key
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