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Sep 2016
You're allowed to believe in your lies
And I in mine
We get better and better
Until we're quite
divine, and

Divine

Someone's fingers
play up and down my spine.
Written by
Sometimes Starr  Another place
(Another place)   
295
   Doug Potter and Keith Wilson
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