We move through the crowd.
In a house made of glass, There's a boy throwing rocks. He loves like his last cause Yeah your hearts all you got.
I've never missed a stranger before. I've never missed a stranger before, like you.
She wore lace round her hair And she looked like a queen. She was something of a dream, Yeah she was something of a dream
I've never missed a stranger before. I've never missed a stranger before, like you.
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