paroles de chanson Almost There - Soren Bryce , From Indian Lakes

In the dark I feel warm enough
And I count my fingers out in front of my face
In my mind it's a crowded room
And your bodies linger, and I'm not afraid
I'm almost there
I'm almost there
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