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Cant you see the sky is
As these porcelain clouds
shards of our affection,
it's on our secret scandal.
She a photo in the cover
of her bible, of her lover,
because she 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,
because it like all my reason has left,
and I couldnt her

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

And I dont know why I would doubt
nothing feels the same you.