Lyrics:
Your hand is perfume-y and white Touching my face and I am teary eyed I can still see the shame My arms are shaking my fingers are numb I can
perfumey Speech, and it reads Like a Page-a-Day calendar to me We need to be An admixture of pure beauty, Reason and belief And we're batting zero for three
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