All these accidents that happen follow the dot. Coincidence makes sense only with you. You don't have to speak I feel emotional landscapes They puzzle me then the riddle gets solved and you push me up to this :
State of emergency How beautiful to be State of emergency Is where I want to be
All that no-one sees You see What's inside of me. Every nerve that hurts you heal deep inside of me. You don't have to speak I feel emotional landscapes, they puzzle me, confuse. Then the riddle gets solved and you push me up to this :
State of emergency, how beautiful to be. State of emergency is where I want to be. State of emergency, how beautiful to be
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