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I'm sorry.

How much..

Die with memories, not dreams.

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time. You and I drink the poison from the same vine...

When the world's not perfect, when the world's not kind, if we have each other then we'll both be fine.

Then what fetters my fate?

We all just need someone to care..

And now we turn to my beautiful city. Black skies changed into blue..

You can put everything you know. In a bottle for you to show. Pick your brain apart and put it in.. And build it again with needles and pins.

But when.. Does a comet become a meteor?