Walking down the old rails, your hands are holding mine
Moving with the wind wave, your head is close to mine
Dancing at a slow pace, am hopeless when am thinking
Call me by your own name, my plastic heart was singing
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Walking down the old rails, your hands are holding mine
Moving with the wind wave, your head is close to mine
Dancing at a slow pace, am hopeless when am thinking
Call me by your own name, my plastic heart was singing