With No One
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Paradise is always above hell,
What I felt with her I felt with no one.
The butterflies in my stomach still growing,
But only roots and weeds grow in her.Take me back to her arms,
My feet can't touch the ground and my mouth
Sings her favorite song and her lies
Ring in my ears like "I love you, my love."
