Ask me why, hero comes from the sun. The stories they told you were true, that you are everything I thought you never were. If the fackts dont fit the theory, change the fackts. I miss the lips that made me fly..but he was a ghost in a fairy tale. I wish i could fly after all.
Days go by, and i still think of you, the ghost in my dreams. What do you want with me...??
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