Lights flashing People bashing Impressionistic Love nasty You bruse my soul Burn the silky sky It made me high Our love is empty Vision blurry Between the lines we meet Under crystal sky's I want to touch you I Wanna be between the sheets Of your company Let me be there When you burn out Dark circles My world has slowly intertwined Into your dark state of mind
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