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We both know the moonlight's just blue filters on the daylight But we don't go south anymore cause backroads echo phantom saws You are my disney girl, too many fingers for your world We should go in white, top down, see quiet streets in tiny towns Love in swamp-cooled Bates motels, your tailfin glasses, scarves as well You are my disney girl, too many fingers for your world From Letras Mania