Betting on souls
Sometimes your eyes give me life.
And frequently your soft kisses make me forget.
Always your body pressed against mine makes logic flee.
And usually I wish things were different.
Sometimes your eyes give me life.
And frequently your soft kisses make me forget.
Always your body pressed against mine makes logic flee.
And usually I wish things were different.
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