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Woorden: Afterhours. Pop Kills Your Soul. Come Inside.


Fell the pulsations
of something in my head
I am an airplane gonna explode
there's something that you say
and there's something that you hide
come inside
come inside
as you get me
as I'm waiting to get
the conception
let me flying the flame
we might find a secret
a petty little thing
or we couldn't find a thing at all
'cause there's something that you said
and there's something that you hide
come inside
come inside
as you get me
as I'm waiting to get
the conception
that keeps my life tied to your plans
come on the airplane
come on the airplane


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