Kisses on the foreheads of the lovers
Wrapped in your arms
You've been hiding them in
Hollowed out pianos left in the dark.
Got the music in you baby, tell me why
Got the music in you baby, tell me why
You've been locked in there forever
And they just can't say goodbye.
Your lips, my lips, apocalypse
Your lips, my lips, apocalypse
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