I take a drag from my cigarette
I feel the nicotine hit my head sending a string down my spine
Ich möchte nicht, dich zu verlassen
We sat there for hours
In the middle of ocean
Floating on dreams of grandeur, and that was enough I suppose
Ich möchte nicht, dich zu verlassen
Five years from now we'll meet
I'll smile
We'll know
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
I take a drag from my cigarette
I feel the nicotine hit my head sending a string down my spine
Ich möchte nicht, dich zu verlassen
We sat there for hours
In the middle of ocean
Floating on dreams of grandeur, and that was enough I suppose
Ich möchte nicht, dich zu verlassen
Five years from now we'll meet
I'll smile
We'll know
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