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LIRIQUE MUSIC.
The dose in the glass, the ice from the pieces of ice, my shirt absorbs everything.
Summer on your knees and summer in your hair.
Summer somehow, never again.
The plane is not what you think it is.
LIRIQUE MUSIC.
The dose in the glass, the ice from the pieces of ice, my shirt absorbs everything.
Summer on your knees and summer in your hair.
Summer somehow, never again.
The plane is not what you think it is.