I feel bad
Because I need you
And I cry and I dream you
And this torid mystery
Is really you
And I was toying around
With rotoric hills
But girl your different
Than that divide
Your my tears
Crying when we cant dance
The sheets
And we off into trouble
Following each others feeds
Just to keep up with each beat
And what they say is wrong
Because our love is
Feeling the touch
The touch of the gold
The feels of our hopes
Sharing a joint
Backstage with tiny
Shot glasses of patron
Before the curtains open
And your fans
Are in a frenzy of emotions
So let's move the floor
And always get it ckoser
©mrnothing
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