There's always a wall.
We waver through the call —
No way to escape this place
Our masses stand tall
As they end up buckled.
Who wants to win the game?
Hand in hand at malls,
Love shows it's dismal.
Who's first to lose a glance?
We have till dawn
Hide our lovely chaos,
Because they're beautiful
Their orders far fall,
The dresses come back on,
And we're left to die
For what was thought
Turned out to be futile,
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