And suddenly I was back there again.
A click of the mind, a press of the hand.
Travelers always love 'coming home'.
Tip toe? More like I've thrown my entire body over the line.
Considering the explosions that occur, no one can blame me.
He's flashing lights that change colors with hands that always search for me under covers.
JouJou Loves You
A click of the mind, a press of the hand.
Travelers always love 'coming home'.
Tip toe? More like I've thrown my entire body over the line.
Considering the explosions that occur, no one can blame me.
He's flashing lights that change colors with hands that always search for me under covers.
JouJou Loves You
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