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Eight steps to be celebrated Trinket or fake I remember the game is over After life of drake Last moment The same and new faces No more phrases up to daisies No real life beside you She's dead The same and new faces No more phrases up to daisies No fear life beside you Eight steps to be celebrated Trinket or fake Ain't stop you more day by day naive Please press ＊ and 9 Love might die What it feels like? Like to keep out without turning back? What it feels like? Like to keep out without turning back? What it feels like? What it feels like? From Letras Mania