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I have a sentimental habit of driving down the pouring language Obstinate to "Bubbling song" and take your name Cut it out baby Therefore unnecessities melt in my hearing, let's reach for nothing Forms burst open in the masturbation-like half-language The aersthetic sense of the melancholic smoking you Matter Fact Lady Therefore unnecessities melt into my eyes, let's solve nothing If that's the case There is no difficult chilly warmth neither colours Don't you think words aren't needed anymore? There are no things such as cute earrings put on [your] ears Hearing, listening to the breathes bloom into a voice As I sing on the top of my voice I think of you, constantly, constantly wanting to be closer Words are taken into the sounds, mixing together in colour patterns Hearing, listening to the breathes bloom into a voice From Letras Mania