Between the times

Would probably faint of the smile
For you is such a pain that turns to pleasure
Your palm on my cheek is not you
Our profit of glossy images time
All, all
But you and I remain friends
Just between us
My friend is a winner in all its seasons
So I know what people are thinking
To snap thoughts surround me
And crazy people are creating hysteria
But because everything is between just us
It shall consist

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