When the first joints of all the metal collides Cover up your precious eyes and stand to the side The sound is over now You cant hear anymore singing The gold that you hold And from which you made your ring The road is still looking broken You made your own kind of map I saw you leave your bike in the ocean You let your transport rust Ive gone and gave my life to you You have my eyes now
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