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my blood is like water that lingers too long on your tongue inside me lies breathing the echo of a dream as it's torn revolving my head is stuffed full and I can't finish this song © 2003, h e a t h . h o u s t o n |
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my blood is like water that lingers too long on your tongue inside me lies breathing the echo of a dream as it's torn revolving my head is stuffed full and I can't finish this song © 2003, h e a t h . h o u s t o n |