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Indian perfume in the summer time
Breaks me in two every time
You were Icarus in a dress
Powerless
Me too
A flash of blue under the stairs
All the times I could’ve cared
All the times I’d had with you
I know where I’d rather be
With you
And don’t ask me why
Don’t ask me why
Indian perfume in the summer time
Breaks me in two every time
It’s you
It’s you
Did you ever think that you would be
Dead at twenty five
Daisies at your feet
LMA
Did you ever think that you would be
Dead at twenty five
Daisies at your feet
LMA
Ah LMA
LMA
Did you ever think that you would be
Dead at twenty five
Daisies at your feet
Did you ever think that you would be
Dead at twenty five
With daisies at your feet
LMA
Ah LMA
LMA
LMA
LMA
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