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Inside my eyes is crushed water called love...
Its pressure is formatted to pursue an escape that stains a heart...
Its innocense is only present to the vulture that had too much love...
Its dressed to shed for love but its dry from a feeling
Inside my eyes the crushed water....
My tears are locked up with no escape
And my love will never be found unless
The vulture never knew love
Cruises
To the color of love
My tears are prisoned from the escape
Code red covers me
And my love is locked i a tear with no escape
Cruises...
Outside my eyes forms the color of love
Cruises...
Outside my eyes is the color of love
Cruises
To the pulse
