Like to admit that i do before strangers
But there you are
Whispering trough the trees again
Rustling trough the leaves my friend
A feather on my pillow lets me know that you (?)
I remember the night that you were at
December maybe (?)
Your hear and your breath smelled like joh specials
A stranger whom i learned to love
(awaiting extra lyrics edit...)
I think of you more much more than i would Like to admit that i do before strangers But there you are Whispering trough the trees again Rustling trough the leaves my friend A feather on my pillow lets me know that you (?) I remember the night that you were at December maybe (?) Your hear and your breath smelled like joh specials A stranger whom i learned to love (awaiting extra lyrics edit...) Explain Request ×
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