Fragrance Lyrics by Augustine
Oh, waiting til they call your station
Romanticise the small decisions
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Oh, waiting til they call your station
Romanticise the small decisions
I’ve been asking questions about the point of things
You know I’m quite obsessed with moving close to the brinks
Baby, tie my wrist before I hit the sun
′Fore the back-seat
Is it by devotion I lead towards implosion for you
Wrote three novels on my tongue
Are you bored, are you happy
I’ve put off the calls for weeks, for months