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We commit a thousand sinsAre we the new kings?You flew to my wingsBut now we fall with the windReading through everything you wroteLooking at your pretty clothesGoing in, going outAre we too young, for this kind of love?Reading through everything you wroteLooking at your pretty clothesGoing in, going outAre we too young, for this kind of life?We built a house out of fireAnd the ashes never turned out to be the diamonds we hoped forHold my hands, hold my hands, walk me out of this fireMake me dive, make me dive, from that mountain in the skyYou breath in my mind From Letras Mania