The straw ignites and nothing is left
I will know that you're my angel
With a firefly net you take back your kiss
From the Eskimo cold to the bolts on the door
And I feel that it's not worth it anymore
You make me feel that I'm not worth it anymore
It is two-dimensional as a wall
Under the right or the left hand
That I've loved like a doll whose features have rubbed off
Kneeling down and making ourselves cry
And I feel that it's not worth it anymore
You make me feel that I'm not worth it anymore
Your breath as you dance with me
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