my soul's in your arms, in your eyes, in your atrocity

it's in another country, in another memory, in another city

my soul is running around the chamomile field with you

it is laughing and crying with you, or you do it with it

our souls eat from the same plate bad food

but they feel fine, becouse they are together

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What about you?

Where is your soul?

has she found herself?

I'm sure she wants more

take my soul, it is so weak to fight.

here I am, I stand and look at you, I'm afraid to blink.

field and bad food can stay as long as I want, but you can't/

Last night my desire tore the sky, and now here it is, your soul

but if you still want it?

What about you?

Where is your soul?

has she found herself?

I'm sure she wants more

take my soul, it is too weak to fight back.