You own me with whispers like poetry.Your mouth is a melody I memorize. — The Civil Wars
You own me with whispers like poetry.Your mouth is a melody I memorize. — The Civil Wars
You own me with whispers like poetry.Your mouth is a melody I memorize. — The Civil Wars
You own me with whispers like poetry.Your mouth is a melody I memorize. — The Civil Wars
You own me with whispers like poetry.Your mouth is a melody I memorize. — The Civil Wars
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You own me with whispers like poetry.Your mouth is a melody I memorize.

— The Civil Wars
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