It's the blow with parentheses.

When you're holding me, we make a pair of parentheses.

When you're holding me, we make a pair of parentheses.

There's plenty space to encase, whatever weird way my mind goes.

I know I'll be safe in these arms.

You're holding me, we make a pair of parentheses.

There's plenty space to encase, whatever weird way my mind goes.

I know I'll be safe in these arms.

There's plenty space to encase, whatever weird way my mind goes.

I know I'll be safe in these arms.

There's plenty space to encase, whatever weird way my mind goes.

When you're holding me, we make a pair of parentheses.

There's plenty space to encase, whatever weird way my mind goes.

I know I'll be safe in these arms.

You're holding me, we make a pair of parentheses.

There's plenty space to encase, whatever weird way my mind goes.

I know I'll be safe in these arms.

There's something in the deliol, makes you cry.

Of course, it's a mark around you that'll walk you outside.

You're the sliding door, why would I mind?

All over the baby's living in the field of the world, that's where they cry.

You're holding me, we make a pair of parentheses.

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