Don't you see
All the things I've been sending you?
Think, it's clearly
When I look... Nevermind. What's new?
I'm begging, I'm begging you
Don't trust, don't trust the view
Disrupt all masks that are around
And you'll hear the truthful sound
You'll see this world soundly
My world, you'll get it probably.
The queue to my dream is really big
But you're an exception. You're a hit.
Your eyes are always cheating. Everytime.
I look kind of creeping, but I don't mind.
I turn into a glass and you are wine
If I were with you the wine would be of different kind.
My endless dream...
It will never stop like I want to.
But chilling me
Is what I will always ask to do.
Don t you see?
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