Mila knows there's nothing further
Nothing outside this great blue -
Make a song for me, my darling.
I will make a song for you.
I will be very honest darling
But Mila likes yours too
No-one comes for us now, sweet thing,
Not for me, her, not for you
But if you cry then maybe I will
And then she'll be crying too.
And you should trust me on this point
because I swear I told it true.
So you should tell her not to cry, dear,
No-one listens anyway.
More important just to be here
Let her breathe another day.
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 1:10 AM UTC
Mila knows there's nothing further
Nothing outside this great blue -
Make a song for me, my darling.
I will make a song for you.
I will be very honest darling
But Mila likes yours too
No-one comes for us now, sweet thing,
Not for me, her, not for you
But if you cry then maybe I will
And then she'll be crying too.
And you should trust me on this point
because I swear I told it true.
So you should tell her not to cry, dear,
No-one listens anyway.
More important just to be here
Let her breathe another day.
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