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Wash my hair With that jam jar on the side there Making shadows in the air Candlelit and bare Skin to water down To put love on the ground I drop cherries at your door When you ask for more I don't know what I'm here for To bathe in perfect colour Paint me in the red Pages curling in the wet There are books I've never read Many weathers to collect And spill over the carpet Blood as pure as this Fastened with a kiss I drop cherries at your door When you ask for more I don't know what I'm here for When you ask for more I drop cherries at your door When you ask for more Now I know what I'm here for From Letras Mania