Hinahon |
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| Since we're feeling so anaesthetized
In our comfort zone
Reminds me of the second time
That I followed you home
We're running out of alibis
From the second of May
Reminds me of the summertime
On this winters day
See you at the bitter end
Every step we take that's synchronized
Every broken bone
Reminds me of the second time
That I followed you home
You shower me with lullabies
As you're walking away
Reminds me that it's killing time
On this fateful day
See you at the bitter end
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