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This song is by Avila.
The colors in my dreams are wrinkled
Today grows longer with every waking hour
As you make airplane trails in the sky above me
This is a story I dedicate to all the flavors that you bring to my life
This is a song that I sing to make things seem like they're all right
It's the way your hands a mold for mine that brings me back every time
Crying myself to sleep
I can taste the formula that makes you shine
The way you move your hands is science
The way you move me has no inertia