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It never tasted like a memory,

more like a dream.

I keep of lock of your hair handy,

for my own means.

Can you wish away these bad things?

And everything i`ve done?

Cos nothing seems impossible,

in your midnight sun.

And your cinnamon is all we have to remind us of your skin.

And your cinnamon is all we have to remind us of your skin.

Now the sun slips down the back of,

Silhouette Town.

Nocturnal beasts from every corner,

try to hunt me down.

But with your skin so porcelain,

it can`t be done.

Cos only stars sit in the shade of,

your midnight sun.