contador-98506 06/19/2025 In a sky full of people, only a few want to fly. But we'll never survive unless we go a little crazy, crazy. Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels yeah Now that your rose is in bloom A light hits the gloom on the grey ππ©Άβ‘ 06/24/2025
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Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels yeah Now that your rose is in bloom A light hits the gloom on the grey ππ©Άβ‘ 06/24/2025