Making history
Song of the day;;
You could be my favourite taste
To touch my tongue
I know someone who could serve me love
But it wouldn't fill me up
You could have my favourite face
And favourite name
I know someone who could play the part
But it wouldn't be the same
No, it wouldn't be the same
No, it wouldn't be the same
No, it wouldn't be the same
As with you
You could be my favourite place
I've ever been
I got lost in your willingness
To dream within the dream
You could be my favourite faded fantasy
I've hung my happiness upon what it all could be
And what it all could be
What it all, what it all could be
What it all, what it all could be
With you
What it all, what it all could be
What it all, what it all could be
What it all, what it all could be
With you
You could hold the secrets that save
Me from myself
I could love you more than love could
All the way from hell
You could be my poison, my cross
My razor blade
I could love you more than life
If I wasn't so afraid
Of what it all could be
What it all, what it all could be
Of what it all, what it all could be
With you
What it all, what it all could be
Of what it all, what it all could be
What it all, what it all could be
With you
Loved is all that bloomed
Always what you did
Never let someone go or they
I ain't never loved like you
I've never loved, I've never loved
I've never loved, loved, loved like you
I've never loved
I've never loved
I've never loved
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Näyttää oikein valoisasti siltä, että vielä huomisen joudun lahnaan kotona tän helvetin flunssan kanssa. Tosi kiva. Ja paskan lotinaa. Mä muuten rakastan tän biisin sanoja aivan tajuttomasti.
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