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Nora, The - Embassy 516
Facts are stupid things
Believe in what you see
If you don't have yourself
No one can be yours
As I'm looking through the haze upon the crapes at night
I can see the lights begin to turn into the high
While my hands were knitting stars from shine of broken glass
I have always dreamt about to leave entire sky
As I'm looking through the haze upon the crapes at night
I can see the lights begin to turn into the high
While my hands were knitting stars from shine of broken glass
I have always dreamt about to leave entire sky
Into deny
Who will fly again
In the burning plane
As I'm looking through the haze upon the crapes at night
I can see the lights begin to turn into the high
While my hands were knitting stars from shine of broken glass
I have always dreamt about to leave entire sky
Into deny