Into the scenethe chosen wentbringing their brokenhearts in a chaintelling
There is a man sitting in a windowwatching the late
I regret these days in DecemberI could have stopped her
Little girl in restaurantlittle girl downstairsoutside a man is waitinghe
Baby I will surely die for your loveso come on
I love the beautiful goddesswho lives on the other side
This red feeling is not like being blueit's a little
In my dreamshands are floatingand I see your faceand I'm
Into the scenethe chosen wentbringing their brokenhearts in a chaintelling
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