I am dancing at night, I like dancing under the stars light,
The World of my happiness is the spaceflight
But today I am dancing with the gun in my hand,
I am aiming exactly into your wide forehead,
To stop this pain you are making in my heart,
I am shooting, shooting from the gun of hate.
You could not give a birth the love.
Because you love yourself above.
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