Secret doors to sliding souls
it’s time, time to leave this world behind
before dream and reality collide
time to spread out wings
come on love, let’s fly
no more drowning in the past
so let those wheels spin
come on let’s drive
one way, our way
free me from myself
and as we pas the bulletfire
we know it’s not the end
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letters to Clyde
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