2084
Born Days
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In the year 1984
We were nothing more than a spore
In the light we reflect nothing
Empty spaces in the dark retreat
And they never knew what
We would become
Is it physics or love?
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Love, is it love?
Love, is it love?
Love, is it love?
Love, is it love?
In the year 2084
We are gone now
But now we are one
In the light we were nothing more
Than a cell mutated to destroy
Love, is it love?
Love, is it love?
Love, is it love?
Love, is it love?