.Smooth syrup, melts me down there's nothing left to hold
A big rush of warmth that floods right to the brim
I sit back and just watch it bubble over>I don't know how I can lean on your cold shoulder>I thought that growing old meant growing colder>Eventually I'll pour over, moreover yo.
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