he sees a cliff and a lion steps inside his dreams
there it is, with a mane blown in the winds
could someone help him see the stars in its eyes?
it's so calm, so loud, so proud, so cruel, so vile
he raises his hand to show the awe to the beast
it is wild, it is free, yet its heart is not mean
and there I am with a tattoo on myleg
he sees the mane, the wind, stars and dreams
forgets what's real, I bring him to his knees
and there I am with a lion...
and I dreamt about him last night
he was a victim
game
I caught him
when I fell in love
and he caught me
at the same time
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