life is beautiful, and beauty is a dying art
its some special action with motives unclear
give me your eyes,
i need sunshine
(s)hes such a charmer, oh noooo
we were made to run
he took down all the mirrors in the hallway, and thought only of his younger face
and i believe theres a way to shut he things you dont need out
i need an old fashioned potion
everything it seems i likes a little bit stronger, a little bit thicker, a litte bit
harmful for me.
gimme gimme gimme until you just can't give no more
some things are best left unsaid.
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