It could've been lie, but it should've been done with the rhythm I flew away I’m dying to live, I’m dying to live It should have count once, but it measured as twice for the rhythm I flew away I’m dying to live, I’m dying to live
I’ve seen that rising sun while I waited for my son with the rhythm I flew away I’m dying to live, I’m dying to live
It shown on map, but so sly. It takes your life and never gives back so far. It’s drown with perfect line A pure possession but so willful by us!