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Flat Black
Can I get you to turn Your eyes from down on me? Like you've done before When you're pulling my hair And turn off quietly Fall around the floor Can I get you to trade you wind? For diamonds and seas, stock violins Your ‘I don't know anything's Could I trust you to fall? From my grace sometimes Like some enemy Like you don't understand And scrunch your face sometimes Lose your vanity Could I get you to trade you wind? For diamonds and seas, stock violins Your ‘I don't know anything's It's no landslide My balloon It's no landfall My balloon; falling My platoon; calling My balloon; falling From Letras Mania