You were a child, crawlin' on your knees toward it. Makin' mama so proud, but your voice was too loud. We like to watch you laughing; you pick the insects off plants, no time to think of consequences. Control yourself, take only what you need from it; a family of trees wantin' to be haunted. Control yourself, take only what you need from it; a family of trees wantin' to be haunted. The water is warm, but it's sending me shivers; a baby is born, crying out for attention. Memories fade like looking through a fogged mirror. Decisions to decisions are made and not fought, but I thought this wouldn't hurt a lot; I guess not. Control yourself, take only what you need from it.
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Los quiero un montón, ¿sabían? ♥
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