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My heart bends inverted fire In a dare, we wake up in shells of the wrong-doers Maybe this will pass Dreaming so out of the way Is all this real No symptoms of regret We're flying, ecstatic, the sun so inviting And maybe we'll taste it with patience Just get them out of the way Why do these feelings interfere Nobody said this would be mine Why do these feelings interfere Am I so wrong Is all this real From Letras Mania