I've made a little drawing
Of stars and comets
I've made a little drawing
Of a shooting star
Still my reasons are connected to you
My tattooed hand still reminds me of you
Buried in a pile of you, of you
My tattooed hand with a mind of its own, draws you
I've made a little drawing
You don't need to understand
I've made a little drawing
You never gonna get it
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