I always wanted to become a good man
Now I know I am not
They say « Boy you’re living on the moon »
But I swear I am not
If I could I surely would
Take a plane and watch the world from the bright side
From the good side
And make an air pocket in my cloudy mind
Where burning supernovas seem like dying candle lights
Supernovas - Jil is lucky
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