DREAM
Take this hand
so insecure but sure
take the other
spin me left
undercover
let's start this theft
I love their eyes
I love their smile
no food, no meds and no allies
Let's show them love
let's show them all
the others moan behind their wall
only giving
this is living
we're made this way
so let me pray
that all your dreams
will come so true
and so it seems
your dreams are my dreams too
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