LYRIC
I'm sick of all these scars – the worst of me could feel it's whole grace –
"the spring of that year came back and we have met again, and your scent is
Still the same"
I'm sick of all these scars – the worst of me could feel it's whole grace –
"the spring of that year came back and we have met again, and your scent is
Still the same"
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I'm sick of all these scars – the worst of me could feel it's whole grace –
"the spring of that year came back and we have met again, and your scent is
Still the same"
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