by Soap
I can’t look you in the eye, but I dream of many things.
Of crying on your shoulder, of communal songs to sing.
‘Course I can do these things myself, but thinking of you gives me wings.
I can’t look you in the eye, but alone I dream of thee.
I can’t look you in the eye, but I dream of many things.
Of crying on your shoulder, of communal songs to sing.
‘Course I can do these things myself, but thinking of you gives me wings.
I can’t look you in the eye, but alone I dream of thee.
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