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— The more that you say, the less I know
Wherever you stray, I follow
I'm begging for you to take my hand
Wreck my plans, that's my man
You know that my train could take you home
Anywhere else is hollow
I'm begging for you to take my hand
Wreck my plans, that's my man—



𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆  - 𝒉𝒘.𝒉𝒋 ,, 𝒌𝒎.𝒔𝒎Donde viven las historias. Descúbrelo ahora