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My thoughts are my steeds
A memory of my childhood with my family
My home is my sweet home
A lot of thoughts in my head is the way to burning
Dna with inscriptions and chemical formulas
Birthday romance of the apocalypse
I keep my dream and music all to myself
My dream is the Brooklyn Bridge
My car is sad, because autumn is coming soon
Clouds are flying like my car-you won't catch up
The blood boils in my veins from touching you
Let's take a ride through Paris at night, my friend