I am running upon the dark
Dropping little crumbs behind
So that I can always go back home
I won’t go back, I won’t go back again
The Big Ben is tolling the end
I see a pig picking up bread
Hit the head hard
He can throw up, but
We can’t go back
We can’t go back again
There’s no way I'm lost
Blue bird's algorithm
Hit the head hard
He can throw up, but
We can’t go back
We can’t go back
then, Dance
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Source: genie
Romanised by JHnimm
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