Almir Jesus
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Believe me, I love you
I was a messenger in your space
But God knows the night was rough
And you turned me on
Purple eyes, sweet breath and
I don't know if I'm near
But what I do know is you're wrong
And I'm tired of the spirit of fear
We're here, you're here, you're here, you've got us here.