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French Press - Freya Ridings
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French Press Freya Ridings

French Press - Freya Ridings
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French press, poached eggs, in your shirt with bare legs
I've never felt so alive
Sea salt, red wine, your hand in mine
I could have loved you all my life
'Cause nobody knows me
Nobody knows me like you do
Nobody knows me
Nobody knows me like you
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