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It's that look in your eyes,
when the orchid dies,
and that cruelness inside
must be joking.
It’s my feeling that I,
I’m alive,
and this pain is living.

My life is a dream,
but I am awake.
I'd like to sleep,
but life is a dream.
Everyone told me,
everyone talking:
"Chase that dream,
be a warrior queen".
My sword's broken.

It's that look in your eyes,
when the orchid dies,
and that cruelness inside
must be joking.
It’s my feeling that I,
I’m alive,
and this pain is living.

It's the distance between us,
It's the distance I'm running,
It's the sky beyond
the open window.

If war is art,
and art is love,
and love is hate,
and hate is dumb,
what have we become?
Primary colors,
primary colors.
Blood red dreams
with no tones between.

It's that look in your eyes,
when the orchid dies,
and that cruelness inside
must be joking.
It’s my feeling that I,
I’m alive,
and this pain is living.

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