Wait ‘til this agony touchin’ this game
As it collars the sensing thunder
Woken up from their wonderin’
Lost within their slumber
Dedication can now begin
As she digs deep in her hole
Nobody knows what she knows
As she walks the trails they chose
They know
Lookin’ at sky
And a million fireflies
Head on the wounds
When they’re singin’ the songs
Of some old profounding greatness
She listen up
She live inside
Begging for forgiveness
Holding on to what she’s got
Still loving what is yours
Nobody knows what she knows
As she walks the trails they chose
They know
Lookin’ at
Those crimson red bright lines
They know
Lookin’ at sky
And a million fireflies
The world you may know
As the winter hell goes own
And I just fall in line
Under a million fireflies
Oh, whoa
Eyes above the meadow
Ah, ah, ah
Oh, whoa
Eyes above the meadow
Ah, ah, ah
They know
Lookin’ at
Those crimson red bright lines
They know
Look at the sky
And a million fireflies
They know
Lookin’ at
Those crimson red bright lines
They know
Look at the sky
And a million fireflies
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