Bring down the rain bring out the ghosts
It's twenty-five degrees
Close the curtains and lock the doors
Shut down my day
Yesterday the circus left town in a suitcase
Rimmed with little
I always wonder where you came from
And you always say
The plot gets thicker and it always goes astray
You're never
I had first realized the shape I was in
After six
What kind of move is the best thing
For leaving you
Deep love, hell you know trouble so well
You don't have
They'll be wondering how this all came about
And silly rumors
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