I live in the heaven that will not be touched
and i hear clemency below the sky
Clearly, I doubt too
that feel too low and you'll be show me
somewhere you'll go
Oh, somewhere
the trails are lost
and the pigeons become ghosts
A bridge traversed, please
to experience
The Best of release
to finally find my place
my place
Oh, somewhere
the trails are lost
and the pigeons become ghosts
somewhere, they become ghosts
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