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There is a line in a song that says, "Stop worshiping yourself." . . . . Such love for beauty. . . . . .

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Twins - Talk To Me Talk to me Come Talk to me Stop worshiping yourself I am you I will pay attention to each other's every breath Talk to me Come Talk to me Look for you on my face You are my sunshine and air, I am your remote control. Sending flowers does not represent sweetness. At least it proves that you are here and we are in love. Turning into a mime has become too affectionate. Tell me your story every time we break up. Who loved you? I don’t mind. I have the courage to end. Tell me about your past. Cut it into memories. Who said love chocolate has no fragrance? Talk to me Come Talk to me, stop worshiping yourself, I am you, I will pay attention to each other's every breath, Talk to me, Come Talk to me, look for traces of resentment on your face, don't put me at ease, call me Baby, this is too despicable, we use The same mobile phone but too many secrets. You are my sunshine and air, and I am your remote control. Sending flowers does not mean sweetness. At least it proves that you are here. Our love has become a mime. It is too affectionate to tell me your story every time. Who loved you on the date of breakup? I don’t mind. I have the courage to end. Tell me about your past. Cut it into memories. Who said love chocolate has no scent? Talk to me. Come. Talk to me. Don’t stop worshiping yourself. I am you and I will. Pay attention to each other's every breath Talk to me Come Talk to me Look for traces of resentment on my face Don't take me seriously Call me baby This is too despicable Don't think that "I love you" has lost its persuasiveness This is the right that girls should have Talk to me Come Talk to me Stop worshiping yourself I am you I will pay attention to each other's every breath Talk to me Come Talk to me Look for traces of resentment on your face Don't put me at ease Call me Baby This is too much Despicable