It 's like pieces of life were written here and there ...
in a song you heard maybe 800 thousand times and never heard ...
and tonight is perfect to say what you feel ...
"A three-cherd spaceThe symphony crashes into moon is hanging up side down do not know why it is I'm still on the caseIt's a ravenous townAnd You Still Refuse To Be Such A wasteAnd tracedSeem to me Every victory has bittersweetAnd a taste that's it's your face I'm looking Foron Every Street "
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