What if a stepfather and a stepdaughter were really twin flames? And both were at the helm of a benevolent empire constantly being drowned by schemers and infiltrators - sent by ??? (They called them “royalists”) What if both were constantly being thrown temptations and snares? What if that story is still going on right now? Would you take the side of a schemer or a friend? Why is it so difficult for humanity to regain sovereignty of this planet? All we have to do is unite to fight for our common interests.
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Someone else will look at me
And think he is my lover
"Photographs Can Lie" Lyrics
He was wired, dynamite
And she was rare as treasure
That's not the kind of story
You deny
In a frame, under glass
They'll always be together
And so in love, but photographs
Can lie
Now they say I have the gaze
That must recall my father
Saying, "He's my knight,
My bright morning sun"
Now I am mourning everyone
See him now, know he cheats
Why can't she see through him?
He used to be more valiant
Than vain
Put him on a pedestal
And it's a long way down there
I'll never be his little girl
Again
Now they say I have the gaze
That must recall my father
Saying, "He's my knight,
My bright morning sun"
Now I am mourning everyone
Someone else will look at me
And think he is my lover
Developing the image
In his eye
In a frame, under glass
We'll always be together
And so in love, but photographs
Can lie