I doubt you all the hurricane
She said I am a storm
Whispering of fairy tale
Then turning on my home
Would you come and blow with me
Forever and a day
I'm so glad to cross your way
Said I but I'm a tree
I'm sorry, please kill me, I need you
I'm sorry, if you miss me, how could miss you
I've been sober for a week
I don't need to grow older
And anywhere tomorrow comes
The season of the witch
I'll be praying thunderstorms
If you don't call the bills
And I want to disappear
She said I love you so
The love isn't everything
Shut up said I and blow
I'm sorry, please kill me, I need you
I'm sorry, if you miss me, how could miss you
I've been sober for a week
I don't need to grow older
I've been sober for a week
I don't need to grow older
I've been sober for a week
I don't need to grow older
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