"When your eyes come close
I can run and hide there
And it’s safe for most
But you pass through cross hairs
And the days are still
Haunting and defining
An hour glass, clouds with silver ligni-
But I roll the dice
And-
(...)"
I can run and hide there
And it’s safe for most
But you pass through cross hairs
And the days are still
Haunting and defining
An hour glass, clouds with silver ligni-
But I roll the dice
And-
(...)"
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