Felt like nothing because of you
And all the clouds turn into blue
Will you follow me to the
Summer days, that we once knew
See them running, away from you
When summer clouds turn into blue
As summer suns keep breaking
Will you follow, will you follow me
To the shop machine, to the shop machine
But do we need the shop machine?
But do we need the shock machine?
But do we need the shock machine?
But do we need the shock machine
to lead us to our future?
But do we need the shock machine
to lead us to our future?
But do we need the shock machine
to lead us to our future?
And do we need the shop machine
To lead us to our future?
Until we meet the shot machine
Until we meet the shot machine
Until we meet the shot machine
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