You're not the only cuddly toy
That was ever enjoyed by
The colour's drained away, all the streets are bleeding perfumes
And
I would love to see you in the morning
Out in
saw you sitting in your bedroom
Wishing that i could be
Well i love you and you love me
It seems so
There's a picture taped up on my wall
Taken so long
Waiting around for something to do
Smoked enough cigarettes to yellow
(none)
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