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I think
you're closing that door I'm out of my dreams no more my knees will hurt me so no more your ears will hear that song back to my screens I think it s time to make it clear no more place for me in here no more glance for you my dear it's time you take another shot time to clean this noisy spot and delete what we have got thank you for the fireflies mornings the moons you hung up above the house and for the night flare warnings the time we spend walking with Strauss I'm out of my dreams no more my knees will hurt me so no more your ears will hear that song it's not a game you have no time to be naive I'm afraid to love and leave but i have to set you free your heart belongs to open sea where night and waves can sing no more your fears will hurt me so no more my dreams will hear that song I'm gonna take a billion fireflies now with me they gonna learn me not to see and you can keep it one forever let it touch you like a feather I'm down on my knees no more my dreams will hurt you so no more my ears will hear that song wherever i go i'm gonna love you bye now light up your night wherever i go i m gonna miss you bye now it's gonna be wright remember first time I've kissed you bye now I don't wanna leave I'm gonna miss you it's wright now still feel inside you deeper my love my fireflies keeper down on my knees I already miss you down on my fears still hear that song like a wing that flew
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