would you like to prove me wrong?
baby, I love it when there's nothing beneath my feet
except for a torturing pain
so come on, as my fingertips bleed
as these dreams come true
as I beg the citylights to blind me
don't be shy, prove me wrong
sedate me with your absolute truth
the innocence is a crucifix
the night is young
the rain is not dying down and it's music to my ears
confusing sceneries are lights,
an ocean of goodness and madness
but let's call it a day
until you decide to prove me wrong
your lack of empathy, all over my face
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