We were a fever in the night
kissing our wild hearts goodbye
Imprisoning ourselves into the prisms of ghosts
in the hopes we could drift like smoke
up to the stars in the sky
We were a fever in the night
kissing our wild hearts goodbye
Imprisoning ourselves into the prisms of ghosts
in the hopes we could drift like smoke
up to the stars in the sky
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