Let this binge come to an end.
Not tonight, not tomorrow.
Not
Can I make you shake?
Can I make you cold?
Can I
I am gonna put a spike a mounatin deep in
You can drink out on the porch
and smoke out in
I'll wake up early every morning to kiss you.
I'll wake
May we shit ourselves to sleep.
As the bathroom floor calls
In my bedroom...
Would you pass me the lighter there?
So I
I'm cold but you keep me warm.
With you it's spring,
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