Roll it back, let the truth unfold,
Dusty dreams on a heart so cold.
Chanel whispers in the air we breathe,
Touch the guilt, and it won’t leave.
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Roll it back, let the truth unfold,
Dusty dreams on a heart so cold.
Chanel whispers in the air we breathe,
Touch the guilt, and it won’t leave.