Fact 67

A mystic view of the secret sea
Right at the beach where it started
I know the you and that you were me
Our intentions were haunted (yeah)

Our pictures filled with close to the bomb
A nix it leak causing friction
As expectations won't go inside
Only ends with suspicion



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Writer(s): Anton A Newcombe, Timothy Allan Burgess
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