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Oh my girl, yes i'm gonna, slowly turn my insides citrus over you And if, if you were a daisy, thirsting for a fix i'd gladly be the dew No more lost girls walking from you No more sickness sleeping in you No more fools spit judgements on you No more dead birds raining on you Oh my girl, yes i wanna, smile laughing, coughing sunshines over you And if, if you were a daisy, thirsting for a fix i'd gladly be the dew No more lost girls walking from you No more sickness sleeping in you No more fools spit judgements on you No more dead birds raining on you No more black clouds hanging around From Letras Mania