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tied to the wheel
i'm forced to be suspended
rock and roll reel
i send positions to you every single night
millenium shield
armed to the teeth
days turn to years
i pass through
there's nothing here worth leaving home for
i'm coming motorolla
can't wait to have and hold
like every new day

what glitters the moon?
what crashes the sea?
when you reach for the stars do you think of me?
transmission dead
echoes are so misleading
fuels only good for speeding
and distancing me to you

she's made of gold
i should have held her closer
her lips touch my ear to whisper
no more heroes,
long live zeros

i'm coming motorolla
can't wait to have and hold
like every new day

she's white as the night
and dark as the spring
she's soft as a dove,
in spite of her rings

i was hoping you could be here
with your medicine ball
and now i know
i'll never use this violence
and darling don't you dabble
in the seraphin
one day i'm coming home,
my motorolla...



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motorolla
Bloom



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