Day. week. repeat.
Порох – have you got colour in your cheeks do you ever get that fear that you cant shift the tide that sticks around like summats in your teeth hide some aces up your sleeve have you no idea that youre in deep ive dreamt about you nearly every night this week how many secrets can you keep cause theres this tune ive found that makes me think of you somehow when i play it on repeat until i fall asleep spilling drinks on my settee do i wanna know if this feeling flows both ways had to see you go sort of hoping that youll stay and if we both know that the nights will mainly make for saying things that you can say tommorow day
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