The Gift
The Gift - Bonita lyrics
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Playing with the same love, playing with the same fills, playing for the same ones, playing the same songs. So, I smell your clothes when you're not here, I smell your clothes when you're not near, I smell your things, why disappear? I smell your clothes when you're not here… Can you tell me that you'll be here?
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Language: English
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- Country: Portugal
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