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Top shelf, girl is made of gold
Step into it, close enough to feel the cold
Where I wait days with no return
The sun, one, loves to make feel the burn, the burn
She’s my holiday
Only here for the game
My favorite mistake
Living inside the maze
Night fall, she’s a painted face
Not the only one who wants to win the race
While I wait days become the same
Heart still, in the end she calls my name, my name
She’s my holiday
Only here for the game
My favorite mistake
Living inside the maze
We can make it together
And I know
We can make it on our own
Always finds a way to run
Only when the heart begins to sound a drum
As we play I can feel the way
Half gone must be close to her escape, escape
She’s my holiday
Only here for the game
My favorite mistake
Living inside the maze
She’s my holiday
Only here for the game
My favorite mistake
Living inside the maze
