summer dies here and so could I somewhere underneath
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where the ground is made of stars and everything unclean
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your opaline is everything I see
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your opaline brings me to my knees
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summer dies here and so could I somewhere underneath
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so much like the ones in and on my skin and somewhere in between
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this opaline is everything I see
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your opaline brings me to my knees
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without you I am nothing
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without you I can't believe
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this gilded place has everything
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but this comfort is not what it seems
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it is not what it seems
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in between is everything I need
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your opaline is everything I see
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this opaline brings me to my knees
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your opaline brings me to my knees
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Opaline
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| Dishwalla |
