Each rotation, our eyes meet.
Catch me looking at your skin sweet.
Open your hands and give me the world.
It´s been taken away with each dull twirl.
Each round we go, not a blink.
(To be)Close to you is wishful think.
Open your heart and save me with the galaxy.
So I might boast with your planets in my mouth.
So I might smile before death toasts my health!
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