I wash down the smoke scoring on dreams
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I turn off the lights, I didn't give flowers
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You were not lucky with me - I'm a very muddy type
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On my bed your time will fly by
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Bitch, where we are alone with you
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Making fire and my red eyes on her
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I'm smoking, I'm firing a bong
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My girl is dangerous, like it's a grade
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She smiles again - not understanding where I am
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She hugs again - does not notice the light
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My word for her is crammed into her head
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She and I drive out sleep and don't know where it takes us
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Again without you I, I
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My thoughts are running out - I don't know what's going on
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Again without you I, I
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I'm dead, on a nervoz - hike, we don't take out
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Oh, yes, we will patch up the wounds - we are without deceit
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Slowly we circle around the edge of the trap
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We fly away smoothly with the aroma of the plan
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Dawn girl, my nirvana girl
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Oh, yes, we will patch up the wounds - we are without deceit
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Slowly we circle around the edge of the trap
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We fly away smoothly with the aroma of the plan
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Dawn girl, my nirvana girl
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We turn off the sound on our Instagram
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Why is she so attracted to her?
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Gaining again for mom closing in the bath
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We send everyone to hell in one breath
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I wash down the smoke scoring on dreams
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I do not close my eyes from her wild beauty
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We close the curtains, send eyes
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Let's fly again on a new one. |
Do not disturb
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I went crazy from her eyes and ridicule
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She moves on me, but there is less and less air
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We fly into the abyss, forget the whole world -
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She's inevitable, she's inevitable
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Again without you I, I
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My thoughts are running out - I don't know what's going on
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Again without you I, I
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I'm dead, on a nervoz - hike, we don't take out
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Oh, yes, we will patch up the wounds - we are without deceit
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Slowly we circle around the edge of the trap
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We fly away smoothly with the aroma of the plan
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Dawn girl, my nirvana girl
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Oh, yes, we will patch up the wounds - we are without deceit
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Slowly we circle around the edge of the trap
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We fly away smoothly with the aroma of the plan
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Dawn girl, my nirvana girl
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Oh, yes, we will patch up the wounds - we are without deceit
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Slowly we circle around the edge of the trap
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We fly away smoothly with the aroma of the plan
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Dawn girl, my nirvana girl |