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In this world it seems,
there is not enough clean,
not enough gleam for our dreams to be seen.
So we change pace and hit the scene,
hoping that we can lean
on the opposite persons means of happiness.
I'm lacking more or less,
enmeshed in a trance.
So I open up the chance
for a simple romance to bless whats next.
My hand on my chest,
because my heart is all I have left,
but i promise to do my best,
if you'll stay with me and rest.
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