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Your fake plastic blade is quite out of control.
But the innocence box is still securely closed.
So my faith is endless, the chemistry's back...

My breathing's complex.
It's not so hard to beleive.
Your brain is convex.
Y'antagonize me.

So take this faithfull part to another place.
The fire's burning so strong inside that my lips are running dry.
I would give you the world, tonight, tonight.
May be the mind is away but still the passion is mine tonight.

Your fake plastic blade is now turning to gold.
There's nothing there to keep me marching, your soul...
That's the limit, I'm scared to death by my own world.

My breathing's complex.
While you're crazy,
While you're crazy,
Well, you're crazy.

But I would give you the world tonight.