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She paints her fingers with a close precision He starts to notice empty bottle of gin And takes a moment to asses the sins she’s paid for A lonely speaker in a conversation Her words where swimming through his ears again There’s nothing wrong with just a taste of what you’ve...
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Sunday, 1 June 2014
Panic! At The Disco - Mona Lisa lyrics
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