Corona

a pure breed ocean
one towerless hall
one gaze of the voiceless
I'm fire, no soul

give me your arm back
let me chop it and you'll decide
how no cake is worthless
but you are

a young girl just looked at
give me back all what you see
pretend we are no one
but you know it's more likely to be

give me your arm back
let me chop it and you'll decide
how no cake is worthless
but you are



Credits
Writer(s): Norbert Kristof
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