Your lies were hard...kisses in the summer I was dreaming of a lake,
Dreaming of the water where I'd rise like a phoenix or an iron from the fire
I've got things to tell you like,
I know that you're a liar....
-EG
a dans með the ský
i would say wake up from your dream
but you tell me they seamlessly weave together;
life and dreams.
here lies the issue;
that you believe I land on the side of fantasy
rather than reality.
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