They’ll Be Dancing in Heaven Right About Now
Those shoes, the hat, that glove.
In the end, we’re all molecules. But man, you made it magic. Brilliant, sheer blazing, magic.
It can’t be helped, I think:
I want you back.
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Those shoes, the hat, that glove.
In the end, we’re all molecules. But man, you made it magic. Brilliant, sheer blazing, magic.
It can’t be helped, I think:
I want you back.
