I'll drown my beliefs
to have your babys
I'll dress like your aunt
and wash your swollen feet
just dont leave, dont leave..
I'm not living
I'm just killing time
Your tiny hands
your crazy kitten smile
just dont leave, dont leave..
and true love waits
in haunted attics
and true love lives
on lollipops and crisps
just dont leave, dont leave..
dont leave, dont leave..
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