To straddle your hips as I lay my head on your shoulder as you play games
It seems pitiful and not as much
Nor as romantic as sitting by the sea and stargazing
But I, I feel content when I dream of it
I'll lay in my bed and feel warmth, yet still so cold because dreams are not reality
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Mystery / Thrillermove on, move on, move on, move on, move on, move on, move on, move on, Drag your feet and hang your head low Make sure your hands are cold and your feet are bare Feel if your tongue is dry and your eyes are full of the saltiness of your body Fall a...
