الكلمات الأصلية
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The drip drop of the April drizzle
The prologue? Prague? Clock strikes the middle
Indulge myself but just a little
It leads me back to you
Take me south when it’s the time
Pour me away like golden wine
I'll form a splash and it will dry
But in the shape of you
The purest you
The sweetest you
The purest you
Across the bar of a neighbourhood
A beauty that’s so obvious
A magic that’s so understood
But all I see is you
The purest you
The sweetest you
The purest you
I disappear inside myself
My friends don’t know it can't be helped
With no concept of anything else
I sit and dream of you
The purest you
The sweetest you
The darkest you
The cruelest you
The purest you
Until my heart explodes
