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Folla

[Verse 1]
A twist of fate, a borrowed pen it seems
Scrawled "chance" on pages of my tired dreams
That golden plait, the script I couldn't read
Now woven tight with threads of what I need
This daily grind, a stage with masks held tight
The Maker coughs... rewrites the scene tonight
One brushstroke bold erases yester's grey
A straight-lined chance met on the highway?

[Pre-Chorus]
The air grows thick... a silent, sweet arrest
Two heartbeats pause... put meaning to the test

[Chorus]
Breath... space... between the almost and the ache
This unkissed promise... futures we might make
A cosmic pause... a freeze-frame... pure and stark
This perfect tension... leaving its bright mark!

[Verse 2]
Those double lines... a rule we dared to cross?
A hidden note... exposed without the gloss?
Your steady gaze... dissolves the practiced guise
The world rewinds... reflected in your eyes
This fragile thread... where futures intertwine
A silent script... more potent than a sign
The "what if" blooms... where touch remains unsaid
This breath we share... the only path ahead

[Pre-Chorus]
The air grows thick... a silent, sweet arrest
Two heartbeats pause... put meaning to the test

[Chorus]
Breath... space... between the almost and the ache
This unkissed promise... futures we might make
A cosmic pause... a freeze-frame... pure and stark
This perfect tension... leaving its bright mark!

[Outro]
(Folla...)
space...

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