Quarrels - Bella Strega | Текст песни

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In the low light of the morning
I have a waking dream

I don’t know what it means

Your hands don’t feel the same
Your hair is way too long
But I’ve seen you in the drugstore
And you’re not the witch of my dreams

Love is never quite what it seems

But I swear there’s a look in your eye
You know

I can feel the house we’re in
Its sighs are as audible as sirens
You treat me like an older man
You drink the driest wine

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