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Think of Me
With every booming crash
With every silver slash in the sky
You deserve to remember
To be cursed with memory
Of the way my hair smells
The way I feel pressed against you
Let this storm remind you
Visions of my lips in your mind
My laugh hidden in the the raindrops
I hope it drives you mad
With every silver slash in the sky
You deserve to remember
To be cursed with memory
Of the way my hair smells
The way I feel pressed against you
Let this storm remind you
Visions of my lips in your mind
My laugh hidden in the the raindrops
I hope it drives you mad
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