Silently Dreaming [Lost Girl]

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[Verse]
I found the lost girl
In shadows where dreams swirl
[Chorus]
The love we thought was gone, she's here
The love we thought was gone, she's near
[Verse]
She's wrapped in silver veils
Her whispers tell true tales
[Chorus]
The love we thought was gone, she's here
The love we thought was gone, she's near
[Bridge]
Through echoes calling out
Our hearts reaching about
Through echoes calling out
Feelings out and about
[Chorus]
The love we thought was gone, she's here
The love we thought was gone, she's near
[Outro]
And now, she
she, shine on
now she,
shine on
She got the return ticket
from the blue.
How about you,
are you coming too?

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Silently Dreaming

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Silently Dreaming

[Verse]
You’re a firestorm, flickering fast,
A tender touch, a shadow that lasts.
Words like whispers, then they collide,
You pull me close, then push me aside.

Your eyes hold galaxies, sharp and deep,
A love so loud, it lulls me to sleep.
You build me a world, then shatter the walls,
You’re the echo that answers my calls.

[Chorus:]
On the edge of love, where we twist and break,
Hearts wide open, caught in the ache.
On the line we draw, then let it fall,
The line between is no line at all.

[Bridge:]
I’ve learned the rhythm, the rise and the tear,
Dancing with chaos, pretending it’s fair.
Your wounds, your scars, I carry them too,
But who holds me when I’m breaking through?

[Verse]
You’re a firestorm, flickering fast,
A tender touch, a shadow that lasts.
Words like whispers, then they collide,
You pull me close, then push me aside...


You’re A Firestorm

Black Lodge [Pulls You In]

[Verse]
You said, "Dreams are currency," but we’re bankrupt inside.
Every mile, every lie, adds weight to this ride.
Through neon shadows and empty towns,
We’ve traded hearts for numbers—now we drown.

[PreChorus]
There’s a ghost in the mirror, a debt we can't repay,
Every touch is a contract that pulls us away.

[Chorus]
You already know the cost—
Every choice, every line we've crossed.
We built this world on ash and frost,
And now we burn, now we’re lost.

[Verse]
We carved promises on crumbling stone,
Chased by the echoes of being alone.
Under fire-red flowers, we fell apart,
Sold our souls just to restart.

[Bridge]
Turn the wheel, but it’s all the same,
We’re Ouroboros, devouring our name.
From gods to beggars, it’s a cyclic fate,
We built the cage and locked the gate.

[Chorus]
You already know the cost—
Every bond, every moment lost.
We kissed the sun, but it burned too bright,
Now we walk through eternal night.

[Outro]
The ink is dry, the deal is done,
In this bitter war, no side has won.
You already know the cost.
We’ve counted stars, but lost the frost.

Bankrupt [Inside]

[Verse]
Though I haven’t seen you in forever,
I still hear your voice at night.
Something 'bout you stays with me,
Something I can’t leave behind.

[Chorus]
Damn, damn, damn,
It should've been me.
Damn, damn, damn,
Not you, not you.

[Verse]
If I could turn the hands of time,
Trade my breath to bring you back,
I'd walk through fire, I'd take the fall,
Give it all for one more laugh.

[Chorus]
Damn, damn, damn,
It should’ve been me.
Damn, damn, damn,
Not you, not you.

[Verse]
Though your time was short and fleeting,
You were light, you were the sun.
Second chances don’t come easy,
But I’d give my life for one

Though [I Haven’t Seen You In Forever]

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