så då var det klart typ inte alls men mer än förut i alla fall

well I'm no weatherman but you are lightning striking

Every kiss, every hug is so light on the touch
delicate like a snowflake
And I can taste, I can taste, I can taste,
I can taste you all over my face
And everyone might find me foolish
to not be counting on the sun
But your mouth is my umbrella now
And I'm holding your tongue

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