Look it up, glossary of a nation
Bottom of the stairs
Standing on the corner of crowded Cruises Street
I seen the
I want to know
Who you are
Where you come from
Where you
You left me stranded, and single handed
To face the
Way up above there shines a star
And i view it
Today's the first day of the apples
I'm letting it all
Oh, Sister of Alexandria
Hair is golden like the sun
Watery blue
I'm a shooting star, gonna crash and burn, baby, crash
I know this girl, i like her real bad, i
Here I sit, shit, can't make anything of it.
I got
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