Dreamt of softer skin
The world seemed larger than before
A female tenderness
And my hands were very small
Ohh, ohh, ohh
Ohh, ohh, ohh
I fell from different heights
But I paused right above the ground
Cause you were on my mind
I never wanted to be found
Ohh, ohh, ohh
Ohh, ohh, ohh
I like when I walk through the rain
I like to be a stranger on the train
I tried to measure life
A prison of my own design
I’m stuck on this device
Till our hearts beat alike
Ohh, ohh, ohh
Ohh, ohh, ohh
I like when I walk through the rain
I like to be the stranger on the train
I like it when I speak real low
I like when I’m ready to reload
I pull up at second gear
I like to see my limbs disappear
I want it real fast, real slow
My world seems [?]
And when my hands feel small
I like to have it all
I like it when I taste your flesh
I love you lying [?] back
I like it when the seasons change
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