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crying myself to sleep because I miss you the colors in my dreams are wrinkled today grows longer with every waking hour as you make airplane trails in the sky above me this is a story I dedicate to all the flavors that you bring to my life this is a song that I sing to make things seem like they're alright it's the way your hands a mold for mine that brings me back everytime crying myself to sleep I can taste the formula that makes you shine the way you move your hands is science the way you move me has no inertia From Letras Mania