Portecho
Portecho - Papers lyrics
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How nice, The breeze that licks your hair The parfume that you wear Don't try to find the words That Define the way we are How wise, To think that we could blame This circulating game Don't try to comprehand This Foul treachery we're in
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Language: English
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