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I wont know real music Until My roses leafs are falling And I won't feel sweet love Until My born day is near I hope you'll get near Your name is echoing me I will make up mind And take care it Nothing is real nothing is real nothing until you return to me I can hold my breath if I want My lungs are like clouds exigently Let me see your car on the road so l can join you with my eyes Don't worry I won't cry Even though I might I m in love with accidentally Considering to mind Baby I won't lie I need to wake up To fix the colors in my brain Maybe my choice was to lame I need a stretch up The story of my life I really meant to make it nice I wanna make up Considering to mind Baby I won’t lye I need to wake I wont know real music Until My roses leafs are falling And I won't feel sweet love Until My born day is near I hope you'll get near