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| "Crush" by Mar Plaine 2014. |
He touches my arms, he grabs my neck.
I kiss his lips, I smile, I bleed.
He comes from a land that I don't even know like he doesn't know my name.
I call him love, I call him a dream I had when I was dead.
He holds my hand, I breathe his air.
I love him.
His smile makes me high, and when I took a glance at his eyes I fly, I fly.
He closes his eyes, his lashes move like in slow motion for me.
I ripped my heart off my chest just to gave it to him long ago.
Just let me lay next to you, one more time.
Just let me breathe your expensive perfume, every night.
I'm coming from the darkness to the light, just to see his eyes.
We came from punk rock to shine like glitters on pop.
And I love him, like that fuchsia flower loves its thorns.
Come baby, stay below my stars.
Come baby, let's smoke the air of this blinding sky.
Stay with me, hold me tight.
I am young, he's divine.
