Sometimes, clear as fire
There is nothing out of sight
Sometimes, only shadows
Washed out pictures, cloudy nights
What a beautiful weapon you got in your eyes
You hold the flower that never unfolds
I love you, I love you; the rest is a lie
What a beautiful weapon you got in your eyes
Seasons fall through time
Changing landscapes in my mind
Reasons, like birds, chime
Plains and mountains undefined
What a beautiful weapon you got in your eyes
You hold the flower that never unfolds
I love you, I love you; the rest is a lie
What a beautiful weapon you got in your eyes
What a beautiful weapon you got in your eyes
You hold the flower that never unfolds
I love you, I love you; the rest is a lie
What a beautiful weapon you got in your eyes
I love you, I love you; the rest is a lie
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