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I not looking for absolution
For all my sins or every fight
Smells like sneaking dissolution and I go out most every night
I not the one here who has to hide
Things like this dont grow on trees ,babe !
Things like this dont come for free
Sometimes ?
The obvious is hard to see
Like raindrops in the stormy sea
So wont you live with me on my tree
I cant regret misunderstandings
Not even all the ones Ie caused
The best conditions for crashlanding
So I not sure if I can stay
And remain sincerely yours
Things like......