Section 25

Guitar waltz

Section 25
Just want to fry in the white light
With all my friends becoming bright
They glow for days
Their fears unknown
And we don't hear a single moan
The mocking lens always tells a lie
But we believed
We could not die
Something would remain
Something would pass through
To become a past we once knew
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