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Show was looking, now we're peeking over, I was looking In the corner feather flip the so, of harlot's. All the same To the hope I'm still in love of course, and doesn't listen
You'll be lucky once, waiting for the center arms When the summer comes, drag you for my arms So you cover up as the weather starts to change And you settle in. In the business that been maze