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its that new gleam hollow, blue skin wasted on some "oh's i'll go" wasted on some "oh's i know" you are the mineral i clean the wet night i saw snow with you for the first time you're the fruit i eat when summer came you were right asleep with me i cant forget the hair around the hand effect the pleasent tight a sinking heart what does it say ive got the chart youve got the play and when i clean hand me the shape that i need to put away From Letras Mania