Bre McDaniel - Spark | Текст песни

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smoke creeps under the door, doesn’t mind the mess,
it just eats up whatever it can get
smoke creeps under the door, doesn’t mind the mess,
it just eats up whatever it can get
smoke creeps under the door, doesn’t mind the mess,
it just eats up whatever it can get
smoke creeps under the door, doesn’t mind the mess,
it just eats up whatever it can get

your heart’s got a mind of it’s own it can hurt in places
you never knew you owned
your heart’s got a mind of it’s own it can hurt in places
you never knew you owned
your heart’s got a mind of it’s own,
got a wooden throne and a few matchsticks for bones
your heart’s got a mind of it’s own,
got a wooden throne and a few matchsticks for bones

and here comes the spark

spark

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