We haven't met and I don't even know you yet
But you flew butterflies trapped inside my stomach
But you flew butterflies trapped inside my stomach
Getting you out of my mind is a waste of time,
Cause you've found your way to the scene of the crime
Cause you've found your way to the scene of the crime
No it's not sorrow, it's not pain
Not even an ache I couldn't take
It's an itch, because we're just strangers
Living in different dimensions
Not even an ache I couldn't take
It's an itch, because we're just strangers
Living in different dimensions
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