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"Dirty hearts don't make it in," Mama said, so I won't begin, But I keep my hands clean. I think you do too. Ivories will measure the time I spend with you. I know I'm falling. Please follow me. I know I'm falling. Please follow me. I do believe. I'll soon believe. Your tone of voice is just right for me. I'll be your age if you stay, baby. We'll drive away so carefully. I know I'm falling. Please follow me. I know I'm falling. Please follow me. I'll soon believe. From Letras Mania