There's something magical
To feed the beautiful
It's always like an endless stream of
Consciousness
We tell until we're told
We sell until we're sold
It's always lurking in the background
After all
Heat
Up
Here
Heat up
Here
I dreamt of falling scars
Enough to realize
I am just a grain of sand that's falling
From your hand
We tell until we're told
We sell until we're sold
It's always lurking in the background
After all
Heat
Up
Here
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