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Here again in the morning with pink cigarette hair
Youre my only friend and youre my only friend.
At the party or then the naughty
You were the roof, you were the roof.
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No, were fine, no.
We know each other and we know each other.
The world is leaving.
Were in the back seat.
Its like a circus here and us.
Pieces and Pieces
We are running after fire
We ask for work and satisfy him.
But youre still
When your love comes, your love is still my life.
Its like fruit.
We have to go, lets go.
Its all between us
In my head, the dice
Spinning and spinning in a dress.
You were in my arms.
Your neck was on my lips
Sunrise of Asan
He didnt do it that day.
You and I calmed down with candlelight.
Your sound and rain at night are good to you, and it is also sad.
