CHANNILLO

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Could our love buy us tickets

On the midnight train that leads to nowhere?

 

We are young and filled with wanderlust.

 

When we reach our destination

Will you allow me to observe

How the rain and snow makes your hair a home?

 

We could dance in this tempest if we wanted to.

 

Just take my hand, and shed your skin.

 

Just take my hand, and shed your skin.

 

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