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My real sense.
By ours to live,
By ours to fight,
The sun shines for you.
By my to want,
By your good sense,
The moon leaves my in front of.
The death sees us happen in a peace place,
Our senses are mutual really,
The lie surrounds to us
And the avarice shows my real sense to us.
Our future they are in your hands,
Is only necessary to express it,
The salvation rescues of a so sincere world unusual.
The death sees us happen in a peace place,
Our senses are mutual really,
The lie surrounds to us
And the avarice shows my real sense to us.
Is to you the love that we have,
Is so happy the reason that we felt'
The death sees us happen in a peace place,
Our senses are mutual really,
The lie surrounds to us
And the avarice shows my real sense to us.
Translate to:
My real sense.
By ours to live,
By ours to fight,
The sun shines for you.
By my to want,
By your good sense,
The moon leaves my in front of.
The death sees us happen in a peace place,
Our senses are mutual really,
The lie surrounds to us
And the avarice shows my real sense to us.
Our future they are in your hands,
Is only necessary to express it,
The salvation rescues of a so sincere world unusual.
The death sees us happen in a peace place,
Our senses are mutual really,
The lie surrounds to us
And the avarice shows my real sense to us.
Is to you the love that we have,
Is so happy the reason that we felt'
The death sees us happen in a peace place,
Our senses are mutual really,
The lie surrounds to us
And the avarice shows my real sense to us.