I live to fly on a natural high My love is growing softly to the sky The lovers hors d'oeuvre for the evening to come The camera still runs and we see you
Yeah, I was soft for the first time Now content to breathe so deeply Yeah, got my hands in my pockets Burn, burn, burn
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