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Inside Roare my lo love is Aurora
Inside Roare
my lo love is Aurora "Some type of Skin"
Something weighs us down,
no one knows what.
Someone is holding the trigger.
Someone is making you go,
someone is saying "stop".
A few Aspen leaves are shaking in the wind.
It's blowing in your hair,
you don't believe that the green meadow will turn to ice.
In the morning everything will be white,
tell the snow fairy that it needs blue.
Whiteeeeeee
Something is pressing on you,
I guess I know what.
why are you hiding it,
I want it.
I don't believe it's me,
how your skin glows beautifully.
Oh my got it with so love.
I want to see how people look.
Oh my got it with so love.
uuuuuh
That I love you, forever.
That I love you.
I thought it wasn't true,
that people love each other.
Why does the truth turn into a lie
and my hand is bloody.
Why can't I trust people,
why can't I trust myself.
Oh my got it with so much love.
"For whom the dumb muscle beats,
let it be me.
For whom the blind eyes cry,
let it be me.
Let it be me."
uuuuhhhh
let it be me.
my lo love is Aurora "Some type of Skin"
Something weighs us down,
no one knows what.
Someone is holding the trigger.
Someone is making you go,
someone is saying "stop".
A few Aspen leaves are shaking in the wind.
It's blowing in your hair,
you don't believe that the green meadow will turn to ice.
In the morning everything will be white,
tell the snow fairy that it needs blue.
Whiteeeeeee
Something is pressing on you,
I guess I know what.
why are you hiding it,
I want it.
I don't believe it's me,
how your skin glows beautifully.
Oh my got it with so love.
I want to see how people look.
Oh my got it with so love.
uuuuuh
That I love you, forever.
That I love you.
I thought it wasn't true,
that people love each other.
Why does the truth turn into a lie
and my hand is bloody.
Why can't I trust people,
why can't I trust myself.
Oh my got it with so much love.
"For whom the dumb muscle beats,
let it be me.
For whom the blind eyes cry,
let it be me.
Let it be me."
uuuuhhhh
let it be me.
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