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Powderblue |
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Maximilian Hecker |
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Powderblue |
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Maximilian Hecker |
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Sleep until the end of time |
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And rest as you were mine |
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They say you're lacking speed |
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Run, before our heaven breaks |
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Eventually she wakes |
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To burst into a thousand tears |
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Oh, I can't feel you, 'cause I am full of glue |
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The vault behind your jealous glance is blue |
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Pounce on me |
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Feed their hands with your sweet tongue |
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To save my wooden lung |
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It's cold and I'm not here |
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Light the light blue sky above |
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The fields are filled with love |
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My efforts were in vain |
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Oh, I can't feel you, 'cause I am full of glue |
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The vault behind your jealous glance is blue |
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Pounce on me |
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Walking in places that my mind thought of quite constantly |
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Feeling the sun that this fall's sky pours out incessantly |
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Summer's almost ending here |
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Winter's coming oh so near |
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Sleep until the end of time |
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And rest as you were mine |
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They say you're lacking speed |
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Run, before our heaven breaks |
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Eventually she wakes |
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To burst into a thousand tears |
