I am in the room and you are at the bloom,
I can feel your breath, the cold wind you release,
The wind spreading your smell and making me your bell,
I can feel your song, the tones were not wrong
oh oh oh oh oh
your voice making me thinking five.
I don't know what to do, I just know that I want to fly with you,
I was looking at the wall and was making my hall.
you are always great but I don't know why I'm afraid.
your sounds were making me crazy and now I am freezy.

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