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đŸ€– MĂșsica composta e produzida por InteligĂȘncia Artificial (Dexbom AI).

[Verse] Midnight oil burns low in the copper lamp, Flour on the counter, breath on the rim. The ovens hum a secret, slow and warm, And shadows stretch like hands in the storm. [Pre-Chorus] Every crumb a memory, every scent a name, You walked through the door with the world upside down. The past was a crust, now it's melting, And I— I’m the dough you kneaded into meaning. [Chorus] Love smells like sugar, sweet and faint, Dripping slow from a silver gate. In the quiet, we’re the only light, Two ghosts in the dark, burning bright. Love smells like sugar, true and deep— You’re the reason the night won’t sleep. [Verse] The cinnamon swirls like a prayer unspun, You trace my fingers with a quiet grin. The bell chimes once—a sound too small— But the silence knows it’s meant for us. [Pre-Chorus] Every crumb a memory, every scent a name, You walked through the door with the world upside down. The past was a crust, now it's melting, And I— I’m the dough you kneaded into meaning. [Chorus] Love smells like sugar, sweet and faint, Dripping slow from a silver gate. In the quiet, we’re the only light, Two ghosts in the dark, burning bright. Love smells like sugar, true and deep— You’re the reason the night won’t sleep. [Bridge] No stars outside, only oven glow, The world forgot us, but we know. A roll of bread, a kiss, a vow— The only truth that’s ever now. [Chorus] Love smells like sugar, sweet and faint, Dripping slow from a silver gate. In the quiet, we’re the only light, Two ghosts in the dark, burning bright. Love smells like sugar, true and deep— You’re the reason the night won’t sleep. [Outro] Sugar, sugar, in the after-hours, You’re my dream on the counter, And I’m your dream in the flour. Love smells like sugar— And it’s never been true Until now.

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