The Sin
Whispering wind, looking at you
I feel annoyed on what I see
The reality is out of hand
Holding you is a sin
A curse in which, I'm bound of
I can never own you
but tonight
You are mine
I feel annoyed on what I see
The reality is out of hand
Holding you is a sin
A curse in which, I'm bound of
I can never own you
but tonight
You are mine

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