keep saying it and i'll catch you beneath the mistletoeEww. stop it. you're making me sick.
keep saying it and i'll catch you beneath the mistletoeEww. stop it. you're making me sick.
*You know it's over, growing colder, I need something, leads me next to nothing...*
*All we ever wanted, I need something, leads me next to nothing...*
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