strange and beautiful
dying sunsets
in the time it takes from day to day
to push away a bit of everything
I´ll scratch my face and fill the space
find a new song to sing
My tears they bleed to plant the seed
of something sacred and pure
where they fell I cannot tell
would you finally let me know for sure
there´s something new here I have found
Instead of nothing that abounds
It sets me free
There´s something new here I have found, right now
Strange and Beautiful
like a sunset ona dying day
strange and beautiful
swore I´d always feels this way
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