Well my sun is burning In just like a little far away Standing closer from me You never turn me away Butter flies are up your fingers Sugarcubes are in your mouth Honey trees are made of sweetness You told we're going deep inside The road the dust and you Make me cry and smile There's something else that can do There's something else that I should try Well you know it turned up grey Thats the colorur of my fate You know I've tried that sweetest Taste the seettest edge of death You know I turned so easy But You never got me arround so Better stay away from me
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