1.
past all our memories
2.
how
can I redeem
these two cities
of all our love
3.
like lovers
on a mountain top
kissing
under the crescent moon
we held hands
behind my back
behind my back
and braved the storm
that blew into our souls
we rose
with waves in our hair
and fell
spiral free
we rose
with waves in our hair
and fell
spiral free
in the whirlpool
of magic
some love potion
it must have been
now
I am just hung over
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