August
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There's still a little bit of your taste in my mouth There's still a little bit of you laced with my doubt There's still a little bit of your ghost, your weakness There's still a little bit of your face, I haven't kissed There's still a little bit of your song in my ear There's still a little bit of your words I long to hear Stones taught me to fly Love, it taught me to lie Life, it taught me to die So it's not hard to fall When you float like a cannonball
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