I recluse to a mellow mattress and walk into the ever turning turnstile in my mind, built by you.
I go round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round for hours
I go round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round for hours
Thinking Bout you,
Thinking bout you,
Thinking bout you, you, you
Your blood orange love, had been mistaken for, the raw and open sore.
I go round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round for hours
I go round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round for hours
I go round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round for hours
Thinking bout you.
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