You treat me just like another stranger/Well, it's nice to meet you sir/I guess i'll go/Ignorance is your new best friend.

She lives in a fairy tale
Somewhere too far for us to find
Forgotten the taste and smell
Of the world that she's left behind
It's all about the exposure the lens I told her
The angles were all wrong now
She's ripping wings off of butterflies...

Min dag i klädväg.
Orkar icke bladdra upp alla märken.
Fråga om du öro nyfiken.


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