Your charm precedes you
It's as if dust were pure
The sky of perfect blue
The only one as a cure.
When all is about posession
And about fighting recession
I know I'm no one's posession
And everything but perfection.
It's as if dust were pure
The sky of perfect blue
The only one as a cure.
When all is about posession
And about fighting recession
I know I'm no one's posession
And everything but perfection.
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