The burned tip of a finger
a symbol to gather or how it feels like
to trust in each other, for worse or better
taken for granted
And while the sources seep away
I like to imitate a mind that feeds the hope
to see
The world is yours
do magic so
you feel it turn
we're taking over
The last glance at your lover
before you get over the things you hold on to
new words pinned on the collars are getting stronger
preserved for the dreamers
And while the sources seep away
I like to imitate, a mind that feeds the hope
will deeply feel that
The world is yours
do magic so
you feel it turn
we're taking over

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