I can say I hope it will be worth what I give up

If I could stand up mean for the things that I believe.

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I’m flying to the moon again,

Dreaming about heroin.

You’ve applied the pressure, to have me crystallised,

And you’ve got the faith, that I could bring paradise.

I am yours now,

So now I don’t ever have to leave.

I feel like I’m falling again.