Sometimes I dream
and it's just you and me
you and me
living in a fantasy.
Thousand days
and thousand nights
thousand times
to hold each other tight.
But it was just a dream
and in real,
we're not a team
so I hold on to those memories
of my personal fantasies.
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Dead Sentences
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