running trough then monsoon beyond the worl to the end of time when the rain wont hurt, figthing the sturm into the blue and when I lose my self I THINK OF YOU TOGHETER WILL BE RUNNING SOMEWHERE NEW....INTO MY HEART
running trough then monsoon beyond the worl to the end of time when the rain wont hurt, figthing the sturm into the blue and when I lose my self I THINK OF YOU TOGHETER WILL BE RUNNING SOMEWHERE NEW....INTO MY HEART
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