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Realization
But you never made the sparks go off
The butterflies start to fly
The room start to spin
You never let my heart be free
You never let me see
That I can be more
I can sore
Across the sky
Up so high
I can be..
me
The butterflies start to fly
The room start to spin
You never let my heart be free
You never let me see
That I can be more
I can sore
Across the sky
Up so high
I can be..
me
Published 31st Jul 2014
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