Well, outside, naked, shivering, looking blueFrom the cold sunlight that’s reflecting off

Well, outside, naked, shivering, looking blue
From the cold sunlight that’s reflecting off the moon
And they become angels, fly around you
Reminding you we used to be three and not just two
And that’s how the world began
And that’s how the world will end (x)

Juno

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