I'm not really sad, I'm not really happy, I'm somewhere in the middle, in a profound place. I'm only young once, I know I must do something that I liked.
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" When the birds are sleeping
That's when the trees sing
You left your winter clothes,
And your teeth marks in my skin "
" When the birds are sleeping
That's when the trees sing
You left your winter clothes,
And your teeth marks in my skin "