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hundred reasons - falter

in my hands good fortune caress my equal with slightest touch sound of your voice keeps me still and i'm sorry i avoid your questions i'd never falter now that we're even explain why you will take while you can it's never even while we lay still here alone a place to run it's colder and peace of mind takes its own time for us in the same breath we argue and it must be a sign of closeness i guess