All fiction falls short to our Wonderland
When the five of us approach, it's bizarre
I've written the truth in my diary
Now I've read it and I can't calm down
It wasn't supposed to be this way!?
These high school days are way too high
It's a very Fantastic World
But I'd gladly give in to a happy miscalculation
What will happen on the pages of tomorrow...!?
I wonder what's written there
Today's coração and beat are already at their max
I've begun to think this way every day
The innovations of miracles are a bit scary, but I can't stop
Believe me
Our luck goes on!!
No kind of art can depict...
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