We’re someone’s shadows to climb
We’re always spinning through time
The abyss is shining bright
In the agony of love
Leaking with the bright light
Beholding of her great might
And then open up your hugs
It is in us above
There are fine lines
From breathing to squealing
Out of a thousand minds
Then she pours with her feelings
There are fine lines
Out of a thousand minds
The air is shaking
The dark Night through the stars
The fire is like a huge trap
Will be melting in her scars
Leaking with bright light
Beholding of her great might
And then open up your hugs
It is in us above
Fine lines
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