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my version of pretty women because fairytails dont happen in real life Lay a whisper on my pillow, leave the winter on the ground. I wake up lonely, there's air of silence in the bedroom and all around. Touch me now, I close my eyes and dream away. It must have been love but it's over now. It must have been good but I lost it somehow. It must have been love but it's over now. From the moment we touched 'til the time had run out. Make-believing we're together, that I'm sheltered by your heart. But in and outside I've turned to water like a teardrop in your palm. And it's a hard winter's day, I dream away. It must have been love but it's over now, it was all that I wanted, now I'm living without. It must have been love but it's over now, it's where the water flows, it's where the wind blows.
