There’s still a little bit of your:
- taste in my mouth
- ghost your witness
- face i haven't kissed
- song in my ear
- words i long to hear
- ghost your witness
- face i haven't kissed
- song in my ear
- words i long to hear
You step a little closer each day
so close that i can’t say what's going on
so close that i can’t say what's going on
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