I cry over my loss
'Cause it's been all winter's fault
I count on to 3 or 2 or 4
Ain't no fake picture I'm looking at
To evaporate
How we live, love, when this life's too short?
Who want it all back
Maybe all is made
To evaporate
How we love, love, when this life's too short?
Ain't no fake picture we're looking at
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