Bora York - Open Tales | Текст песни

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Under the swampy glow
With glossy green, prairie tide
It's where our goodwill painted its own

Our clothes held us tight
Closer, closer, you were close to me
When our hearts painted their own

Over northern hills, our cryptic tales breed the script
Darling, don't forget our clasp in the stairwell

Untouched, a city froze
We felt the wind in our bones
That's when we left our dreams, we left them alone

Under gleaming Aprils, our open tales, tell our love story
Darling, don't forget the words that gave us breath

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