Fin

In our fantasy we see things for what they are
No more devil speak
No more will i buy
What you're selling
What you're selling is a strand of hair, it floats in the air but i don't care anymore
Oh how time... time has changed me
In digital reality you come and rescue me
No more pain
No more will i buy
What you're selling
What you're selling is a strand of hair, it floats in the air but i don't care anymore
Oh how time... time has changed me



Credits
Writer(s): ómar Emilsson
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