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segunda-feira, 25 de setembro de 2023

Taylor Swift - Epiphany - Folklore album



Keep your helmet, keep your life, son

Just a flesh wound, here's your rifle
Crawling up the beaches now"Sir, I think he's bleeding out"And some things you just can't speak about
With you, I serveWith you, I fall down, downWatch you breathe inWatch you breathing out, out
Something med school did not coverSomeone's daughter, someone's motherHolds your hand through plastic now"Doc, I think she's crashing out"And some things you just can't speak about
Only 20 minutes to sleepBut you dream of some epiphanyJust one single glimpse of reliefTo make some sense of what you've seen
With you, I serveWith you, I fall down, down (down)Watch you breathe inWatch you breathing out, out
With you, I serveWith you, I fall down (down), down (down)Watch you breathe inWatch you breathing out (out), out
Only 20 minutes to sleepBut you dream of some epiphanyJust one single glimpse of reliefTo make some sense of what you've seen

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