Have you ever felt like this before, by any chance? It feels like there's no other thing in the world, nothing else matters. It feels so good you suspect you're dreaming, or living a life that does not belong to you. You're living someone else's life, 'cause yours couldn't be this good.
Through it all, I'll live, I'll play, I'll do all I love to do, 'cause is what I am supposed to do. You're so beautiful, I could cry, and I know how cray that sounds. I don't care, though. I am here. I'm alive.
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