Bianca

Ah, sweet little sister, my brain is lazy The last four or five days, you made me crazy

Lied yourself up and you called me a liar Sweet little sister, you built your own fire

And now the winter's on its way Goodbye to summer days

And if the sky should turn to grey, you know one day you won't pay.

Goodbye, Bianca Dears. Goodbye, this summer, Dears.

Goodbye, Bianca Dears. Goodbye, this summer, Dears.

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