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Cant you see the sky is
As these clouds dismantle
into of our affection,
raining on our secret scandal.
She keeps a in the cover
of her bible, of her lover,
she talks to God and not her parents.
And, Im so in with her appearance.

Ooh ooh ooh La La, when she holds my
I cant, cant, cant, just seem to catch my breath.
Ill fall, fall, fall into the pavement,
it feels like all my reason has left,
and I couldnt her

Cant you the tinge of sickness
as its seeping your bloodstream?
Youre warm as in December,
yet you so serene.
I wont be home I miss you;
because in my thoughts like a plague,
a drug to my function.
Honey, a state of grace.

And I dont know why I would doubt
nothing the same without you.