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Tell me where am I suppose to go
If everytime I dare to dream
or dare to fly
I'm always digging bloody
daggers in my spine
I'll bury you alive
Cause...
Everytime I contemplate
The art of love
We're armed with guns
I'm left stunned with a new start
Young lovers they only fall apart
Tell me how am I suppose to feel
If I know we will only leave this behind
Just because the winds they'll turn
And steal his eyes
We're all just passing by...
This concludes now
Cause...
Everytime I think about these times
They'll change dreams rearranged to
Suit the view we got ahead
Young lovers they dream instead
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