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She's got flowers tattooed on her wrist She never smiles, when she does it's bliss I've heard her talking about planets and stars She wonders what would it take for us to live in one Oh my, oh my... She's got flowers tattooed on her wrist She never smiles, when she does it's bliss I'm trying to hold on a sight of her hair Of that blue greenish colour that suits her so well Oh my, oh my, if I could draw I'd draw her a map of a place only I know Where people buy silly things and smoke cigars They meet underground to talk 'bout planets and stars Her chest lights up wherever she goes The room has no colour 'cause she steals it all Keeping in silent, she smiles on her own She finds it funny how I can't talk Oh my, oh my, if I could draw I'd draw her a map of a place only I know Where people buy silly things and smoke cigars They meet underground to talk 'bout planets and stars Letras de cancionesOh my, oh my, if I could draw I'd draw her a map of a place only I know Where people buy silly things and smoke cigars They meet underground to talk 'bout planets and stars I suddenly wake up Oh, how I miss Now that I know that she doesn't exist From Letras Mania