Muse

Анна Маннана
I so much miss you near
I need you my angel that whispers at my ear
I miss you my dear
My muse
I urge that I was born with silver spoon
I live without fuse

Toss a dime
I know I lose my pride
I lost in the time
But I believe I’m looking for my prime

I bet with devil
I betrayed my angel
The door was closed by
My muse
I urge that I was born with silver spoon
I live without fuse

Toss a dime
I know I lose my pride
I lost in the time
But I believe I’m looking for my prime

It might be nice
Read bad girl’s mind
Learn me have fun
Miss you my muse
I urge that I was born with silver spoon
I live without fuse


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