Well, I don't know what's worse:
to change when you're not
It's the feeling I get
When I see my own breath,
Every time you speak
a stream of bullshit fall to the
12:09
The train to Trenton's right on time
but I'm still waiting
Waves of promise
are spilling over
out of the cauldron that
you
He whispers softly into her ear,
says all the things
she walks into my life
everyday for the first time
she makes
the time has come
to close the door behind you and
Long Island sun
It wakes me up,
sneaks from the east into
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