Venus Is Love
Venus trines at midnight
Harvester of our dark side
These bright stars are blinding our sight
Its the way her face looks in the moonlight
We shine bright in this life
The Galaxy swoon the Moon
It happened way too soon
While the Sun flowers were still in bloom
They were shooting stars all over her room
Boom Boom
Sparkles flying all over the sky
Doom
Reaching blackholes way up high...
Thats why the birds cry
Why do we have to die?
Why, why, do we have to lie?
Why cant we just dance in the absent light at night?
As planet Earth turns, we burn inside
Does anyone know how to operate this flight?
We are flying way up high, in the sky
And we are all about to die
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