Blur

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You must be a siren, because you keep reeling me in
Oh those hazels bath my thoughts in sin
Enlighten me please, who do you do it?
Who do you manage to bring me to my knees and make my thoughts so fluid?
We share something special, oh that twinkle in our eyes
You came out of nowhere, stealing my heart like a prize
Those colors of your aura compliments my story
And I find it quite interesting that you seemed completely foreign

The ghost saw you gaze into my presence, caressing me with your hands
With the blade of chemistry at our tongues, I'd guess I'll call it romance
You made me see that you are true zenith, filling all of my fears
You graced the blur of your spirit, giving me a positive perspective for distant years

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