Anastasia by Voltaire
There's a field of flowers and they smell like you
And i go walking through them when i feel you near me
You know I'd love to pick one for my lapel
But you know there are too many insects watching
I'm afraid they'd tell on me
And here the skies are neither day
Nor night, in this place
Its like my skin would try so hard to hold it back
Where i close my eyes
There's an explosion it comes raining down
There's a smile you smiled at me
Anastasia your disappearance is the thorn in my side
Anastasia you know your absence is the thorn in my side
I think about you every night
And every day every moment since you left here
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