She was the sea and the moon
And she wanted someone
that craved to kiss her fire
And knew how to swim in
the stormy skies of her eyes
And she wanted someone
that craved to kiss her fire
And knew how to swim in
the stormy skies of her eyes
There are times when I stayed and I should have left. And there are times when I should have stayed, and still I left. There are times I ove...
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