Its time to renovate.
Obliterate all the past memories.
Not because of past felonies
But present destiny.
Got caught between your heart sweet melody and my dignity.
Your voice was like a gentle breeze, Wait
What a parody,
to think that we where a perfect recipe to love remedies.
Now we enemies,
but i would swim across the seven seas to have you next to me...
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