Sunday High

I'm going outside and meet the blue,
I found tomorrow winner is today,
The dream will not ever be the same,
This is the matter of soul,
I'm looking tight to the edge,

Well this is the story about how my life is created here.
Will you ever drought.
I'm not like them.
You're in trouble.
I'm below the light, standing with the blow.
It's not like before.

I create a dream, no one lives,
maybe you are almost the one.

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