Gift, The

Gift, The - Bonita lyrics

rate me

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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