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It gets colder every hour
Snow falls laced in tragic
But we don't care about that
'Cause we're in our own worlds
Raising little girls
And living without a care

In this world

Of fog, and dreams, and magic
Feeling screams of pleasure
Letting the world know we're here
But pulling at the seams
'Cause everything
Is different now that we are together

In this world

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Pushing a lover to love another. Are you turned on?


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