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Letra : Cherries

Home's temporary
Pickin' cherries to rot
To go is to not come back the same
All in your?hands,?B
To be happy?or not
Tell the heathens, "see you?again"
Every Friday night

Signs, early warnings
Something's warming up to done
Pa**ing over like a vision on a dreamless night
But it won't anymore
You can love me, or don't
And I won't poke the ever silent watching eyes

I always love you
Sometimes I forget to tell you