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Falling up the stairs I met...A soft target designing bullets...How could we sleep through the impact...Our world blew up...You were born in '75 with silver tone and grand design...Stung with gravity of life...And we were born...You were saying something wise hidden in some black sarcastic lullabye...Can we do something with this pilot light...If I were moulding a monster I'd use your eyes...Nobody has known me...Nobody has loved me...Nobody has owned me...Oh, blow me away...Change the course, the shape, the size...I am the girl to be the bride...To hatch, to hope, to spend a life...A lifetime...This mock pose will spark the match...We blew it out...Burst the bubble back...Get back, get back...The fueling cities choose the best...And spit it out...Fighting quick and moving past...A need to wrap around some life...A remedy for boredom like...A referee between them and us...Idle minds get by...Our world blew up, blew up...Idle minds...Falling up the stairs I met a soft target designing bullets...How could we sleep through the impact
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