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Ash Intense Thing

Now it's too late to be using my mind To reason with you would be far too kind It's all coming down like the dark on the town The cold stings my tearstained

Now it's too late to be using my mind To reason with you would be far too kind It's all coming down like the dark on the town The cold stings my tearstained

. Under the covers forever Everything well within reach A small price to pay for our freedom And for our celebrity Such ornaments and gorgeous things Like string lights at the beach Intensive