Bonita

The Gift

Playing with the same love,
Playing with the same fills,
Playing for the same ones,
Playing the same songs.

So, I smell your clothes when you're not here,
I smell your clothes when you're not near,
I smell your things, why disappear?
I smell your clothes when you're not here...

Can you tell me that you'll be here?

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