Well my sun is burning
In just like a little far away
Standing closer from me
You never turn me away
Butter flies are up your fingers
Sugar cubes are in your mouth

Honey trees are made of sweetness
You told we're going deep ins
ide
The road the dust and you
Make me cry and smile
There's something else that can do
There's something else that I should try
Well you know it turned up grey
Thats the colorur of my fate
You know I've tried that sweetest
Taste the seet test edge of death
You know I turned so easy
But You never got me arround so

Better stay away from me
[From your lips]

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