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Cant you see the sky is
As these clouds dismantle
shards of our affection,
it's 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 love her appearance.

Ooh ooh ooh La La, she holds my hand
I cant, cant, cant, just cant seem to my breath.
Ill fall, fall, fall headfirst the pavement,
because it feels like all my has left,
and I tell her

Cant you feel the of sickness
as its through your bloodstream?
Youre as breath in December,
yet you so serene.
I wont be before I miss you;
youre in my thoughts like a plague,
a to my every function.
Honey, a state of grace.

And I dont why I would doubt you;
feels the same without you.