At midnight
when a certain city forest goes wild
breathe in the waves of the storm
turn them around the grove
blush a little smile
when a certain city forest goes wild
breathe in the waves of the storm
turn them around the grove
blush a little smile
and tell your sea crush:
the insanity of the night
is like our whirling drunk kiss
the insanity of the night
is like our whirling drunk kiss
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