sauce
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whispers...
in the night send quite a bit of fright
yesterday dreams of eating vanilla ice ceam
outside in the street hearing people scream
going shadow boxing & I'm not lying
Cravings on my soul,
Cravings on my spirit,
let me see behind your thoughts;
I wan't to taste your lyrics.
I need you on my meals,
There's no other substitute.
