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Burning papers into ashes
What a season, how they fly high from the ground ohhh
There is yet another fountain flowing over, as the night falls
Keep dreaming away
If you hold on to that past, don't you lock yourself inside
Nothing has been done before
Its the most virgin dress you could possibly wear
Mess it up, Time is up
Hold your memory for a moment with a blind hand
Write some stories for tomorrow
From the bottle of amnesia
Find instructions to salvation, to oblivion supreme
Dont be tempted to look back - It has all happen before
Someday miracular spread will forgive every cowardly thing that youve done.
That Ive done.
Dust it off