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I don't wanna stay, she don't wanna leavePictures of our life; the island lost at seaTravel here tonight, and count the stars with meBreathing in the sky, oh the moonlight through the leavesNow I don't see the groundAnd she don't feel the breeze'Cause we were the problem with the island lost at seaWhat makes us wanna change this? From Letras Mania