Every cell is looking for the energy it releases
Like a child expecting wings
And the chicks are looking forward to flying
Every Van Gogh is lost in the desire that AR brings
Like the ocean yearning for soil
But it's just a crazy collision
Here comes the battle and the struggle.
Here comes the lifting.
Here comes the Music.
Can you feel the pulse of my running insanity?
Can you feel the pulse of mine?
Can you feel the pulse of mine?
Come and feel the pulse of Mine.
Come and feel the pulse of Mine.
Come and feel the pulse of Mine.
Come and feel the pulse of Mine.
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