Weirder days are yet to come,
when the lights went out.
An ice-cold breeze surrounds us
while you and I just try to keep us on our feet.
Strangers giving gifts and dreams
of a better life.
And stories ill-remembered,
while you and I just try to walk on different paths.
Well I think you need a replica of me,
But with soft skin.
'Cus you wonder how my life would work out
if I was melting.
Her's is making symphonies
With a broken arm.
I'll meet her in September,
when you and I'll decide to make our stories part.
Well I think you need a replica of me,
but with soft skin.
'Cus you wonder how my life would work out
if I was melting.
Well I think you need a replica of me,
but with soft skin.
'Cus you wonder how my life would work out
if I was melting.
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