Oh baby, with all this mess, I still save you a space Capture and try all viral photobooths or spinning spirals in the woods Wearing red, black, or blue, but the crowns are made for us two Don't mind lying on my floral, 'cause I am not bothered with your Arsenal We can replace that football team, 'cause I just want to keep the rhythm

I lost you and I lost The Great War.

It's terrible that I found myself more desperate to losing you than losing The Great War.


You are the hope that I wait, the hope that never come, or it just hasn't yet?

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