Fake Sun

Whoa!

May you shine
And get them raptured
May you find
Gold in all that you do

Yours may be the clearest star
Pockets full, no need, relax
Every one may be no match for you
While your fake sun

Wastes your soul
Dries the land

Yours may be the clearest star
Pockets full, no need, relax
Every one may be no match for you
While your fake sun

Wastes your soul
Dries the land

Whoa!



Credits
Writer(s): Giordano De Amicis, Giovanni Ridolfi, Ivan Bove, Matteo Di Domenico
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