Someday you might be coming closer to the midnight of your dream.
Friday reality, I’m still working 9 to 5,
trading papers to survive and it’s a crime.
forever waiting for the light to pass by.
in your eyes are screens of reality.
la~
I’m never taking my eyes off the road,
to keep my life in destine from a hold.
Our way would never be the same again, to keep on living life like it’s a play.
floating through this cosmic Silhouette.
The light won’t reach the outer of the space.
Nation’s conversation at its best.
I feel great when you play.
what I’ve got to do to get to you, my love
Cause nothing’s guaranteed that it’s the truth
above.
On the right of calling am I wrong to learn.
what I’ve got to do to get to you, my love
Cause nothing’s guaranteed that it’s the truth
above.
On the right of calling am I wrong to learn
what I’ve got to do to get to you, my love
Cause nothing’s guaranteed that it’s the truth
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