Enter a world of newfound glory,
Leave behind the made up story.
The apple’s all lit up,
The shadows mark the wall,
Catch me as I fall into...
The sweetest day, the hottest night.
Talk to me,
Tell me what to believe,
In the sweetest day, the hottest night...
I made it up to get with you,
I made it up to be with you.
Engrossed in truth, smeared with lies,
Monsters are my only alibis.
It’s the sweetest day, the hottest night.
Talk to me,
Tell me...should I believe?
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