Let's make fun of the days to come,
play a shakespeare while still here.
'coz what else now
is to find out?
Nothing at all, but to fly.
it's a different kind of love..
Hey, another story to follow
as we stop and rewind the clocks,
or we kiss and fall
and that's
nothing at all, but fly.
it's a different kind of love..
Nothing at all, but you
make me cry
for a different kind of love..
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