الكلمات الأصلية
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Can you hear the whispers in the dark?
It's softly calling out your name
it takes you away to an ancient world
a time from where legends came.
Chorus:
It’s a fantasy
a collision of distant memories
It’s a fantasy
A whish list of where I want to be
It’s a fantasy
it moves my reality
It’s a fantasy
until dreams come true
You don’t have to close your eyes
to see the city with no boundaries
In this torturous race against time
we break apart the foundry
Chorus
