Feelings came away in this fairy tale
the emptiness I feel could be not real, a fake jail.
If my skin forgets the sunshine
and I'm absent while the petals say hi,
That's why I must connect with our primitive facet so shy
Damn chatterbox, don't pierce me with what you've lived
Is there place for my iced heart? I've just arrived.
I think I'm not (I think I'm not, I think I'm not)
I'm not on the wrong road
Brightness again.
Return journey to the child you were then.
The child you were then, the child.
All that's real to me, let me lift up, honey.
Cause I can't resist to this magnetic way.
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