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LOVE In GENES:
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES.... 
Chorus :
Extravagent at look,
Fire fly bimping it's twilight at you,
We're living on love...once you move.
Without somebody knowing that love,
Smiling back at those old fashion lab,
Chorus :
Extravagent at look,
Fire fly bimping it's twilight at you,
We're living on love...once you move.
Without somebody knowing that love,
Smiling back at those old fashion lab,
VERSE 1:
Hold my hands and let's take a stroll,
Our strong affection sprung from the deepest fertilized joke,
Inextrecably intertwined in reasoning for ourselves,
Concealed under virtue of trust in nerves,
Withstanding against and trampling over sexual conceptions,
Seeking CHRIST's demonstrated unconditional affections,
Characterized by decency and vigilance....
We are on the right balance, 
Servant of true God,
Your smile breaks hurtful sword,
Stars of Royals...beauty brights, 
For a billion of years,We've being having trance,
Struggle is not to be futile,
Chorus :
Extravagent at look,
Fire fly bimping it's twilight at you,
We're living on love...once you move.
Without somebody knowing that love,
Smiling back at those old fashion lab,
Chorus :
Extravagent at look,
Fire fly bimping it's twilight at you,
We're living on love...once you move.
Without somebody knowing that love,
Smiling back at those old fashion lab,
VERSE 2:
Please take not our treasure away to wrong rounds,
Made more good vows,
Thinking and wondering about great moments ahead, 
Dwelling in miracles,but may seem to be unsaid,
Prayers and petitions held in high esteem,
Since trial lies on every land,
And though people makes heavy band,
We create the best,
Twenty-four hours in a day,multiplied by eternal existence,
Seasoned with breathe of faint sence,
Let me write your name across my heart,
To let the world know you're forever a stent, 
Like how you want it,it's a lifetimes guaranteed path,
Being in my life is opened doors,
All I have is yours,
Chorus :
Extravagent at look,
Fire fly bimping it's twilight at you,
We're living on love...once you move.
Without somebody knowing that love,
Smiling back at those old fashion lab,
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES...
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