Bonita Lyrics

Playing with the same love,
playing with the same fills,
playing for the same ones,
playing the same songs.
So, I smell your clothes when you’re not here,
I smell your clothes when you’re not near, I smell your things, why disappear?
I smell your clothes when you’re not here…
Can you tell me that you’ll be here?

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