Wandering the streets, in a world underneath it all
Nothing seems to be, nothing tastes as sweet
as what I can't have.
Like you and the way that you're twisting your hair
round your finger.
Tonight I'm not afraid to tell you
what I feel about you.
Nothing seems to be, nothing tastes as sweet
as what I can't have.
Like you and the way that you're twisting your hair
round your finger.
Tonight I'm not afraid to tell you
what I feel about you.
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