This was never what we planned...
To be lost in a sea of dancing emotions,
unable to catch our breath.
Losing me, losing you, and all that we have left.
If fairytales were real, you said, perhaps we'd make our own.
Into your deep brown eyes, I fell, to find my home, sweet home.
But is this love, genuine love or lust that grows each day?
For now, we'll hold each other close until we find our way,
If fairytales are real, you say, perhaps we'll make our own.
Into your deep brown eyes, I fall, and there...
my home, sweet home.
To be lost in a sea of dancing emotions,
unable to catch our breath.
Losing me, losing you, and all that we have left.
If fairytales were real, you said, perhaps we'd make our own.
Into your deep brown eyes, I fell, to find my home, sweet home.
But is this love, genuine love or lust that grows each day?
For now, we'll hold each other close until we find our way,
If fairytales are real, you say, perhaps we'll make our own.
Into your deep brown eyes, I fall, and there...
my home, sweet home.
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