this open sky's painted blue these cousins kissings in your room this is a letter i won't send this is a property condemed those sleeping hearts will ever understand you can't hear the song until you dance we run with scissors in our hands well i can feel you in my bones these are the symptoms that are shown its always every now and then life is unusual again those sleeping hearts will never understand you can't hear the song until you dance we run with scissors in our hands repeat so don't ask me for a reason and don't look to me for a reason and don't look to me coz i'm running to fast those sleeping hearts will never understand you can't hear the song until you dance we run with scissors in our hands
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