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it`s not about the color
not about the night we can get used to church sounds the road it can lead us to the don`t-talk-to-me days this is easy in one instant we`ll change our profile we`ll pretend nothing happened one secret is still a secret if only two people know it two in one box in one shoe we smile or not we cry or not only we will care about this isn`t it amazing isn`t it kissing some girl on her lipstick may give some color to your lips but it`s still just lipstick just don`t keep on saying that the color matters the spring cannot be read in the flap of one bird`s wing
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