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"It's just a fascination," they saidPressed lips to fingertips"And if you cared about the family, don't let me hear them call your name" He's waiting around behind "Quiet, they'll hear you"It's raining we're driving and I'm closing my eyes and What would they say if they knew that we were driving through a famous stormI don't mind the view between my fingers Where are we getting offIn the backseat, I amWriting "He hearts Me" in the fog still on the window "It's just a fascination," they saidPressed lips to fingertips"And if you cared about the family, don't let me hear them call your name" He's waiting around behind "Quiet, they'll hear you"It's raining we're driving and I'm closing my eyes and What would they say if they knew that we were driving through a famous stormI don't mind if it gets back to them before we (do) Where are we getting offIn the backseat, a butterflyFlaps its wings inside me, on my cheek, and in Japan. From Letras Mania