Hey was there something that you wanted to say?
I don't
Years ago, you said to me,
"I think I'm losing the
I've got a friend
he's a pure bred killing machine.
In the race to get out of this place,
I am
I've got a quarter in my pocket of an apple
In a little while,
People and places will be so far
In the back of a car on a road in
Oh, this road is long, this road is wide,
It takes
Good days, bad days, I've had a few of those,
Same
Here is my story-
A little sad of soul, a little
5 o' clock and a fire escape symphony,
Spilling out
Brother won't you look at the sky
There's something burning so
Tinkerbell, my winged friend, I think we got it wrong.
No
Love is the one thing to rely on
And as long
Venus loved Dapne and so did Apollo
So why can't I
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