Little Moon

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Lyrics

I hope you don't take it personally that I disappear like that
 But the sparks begin to burn instead of shimmer
 And I see you pixellated and familiar
 Is it that you were a dick to me in high school?
 Or was it that you ripped me off?
 Were you jealous of my quandry?
 Or was it just a matter of taste?
 Maybe you became too much of a big shot?
 And couldn't tell that you were not
 You're not going to tell me that glory has dried out
 Please don't tell me that we don't get another chance

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Duration
02:56
Key
10
Tempo
138 BPM

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