Let's start this one real slow.
With no stale thoughts, no old stories.
Let's make colorful formations in the air,
And dance to the blues in the twilight.
Let's walk through wet sand,
With the sun dipping
And cold breeze hovering all around.
Let's unearth hidden passions,
To etch new dreams, then and now.
With no stale thoughts, no old stories.
Let's make colorful formations in the air,
And dance to the blues in the twilight.
Let's walk through wet sand,
With the sun dipping
And cold breeze hovering all around.
Let's unearth hidden passions,
To etch new dreams, then and now.
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