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Stifle
(Ove Ritola) |
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A peek of grace
I look too far
To track the pace
Of this shooting star
She splits the skies
Without a sound
While I stand by
And repeat her lines
I never meant to stifle myself
It's just echo, babe
Wish that was me
'Cause she knows the way
But with mimicry
We'll both get there
I never meant to stifle myself
It's just echo, babe |