When the clouds go away
There are frequently in my heart
Where do you go ?
It's very hot here
Sting !
Puncture to the bone marrow
I suppose to know
Where you are
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When the clouds go away
There are frequently in my heart
Where do you go ?
It's very hot here
Sting !
Puncture to the bone marrow
I suppose to know
Where you are
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