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Icicles on my spine My boots feel empty I see the world around me Through the corners of my eyes White girls lied to me No great surprise at all When I think of what you mean to me I shake and then I fall Lost control again today You're not one of them You're pure You're something special Yeah that's for sure You are my electric Got a black jag for you And that's why I call you My sweet vanilla blue Lost control again today From Letras Mania