So pretty so smart
Such a waste of a young heart!
What
Stacks on deck
patron on ice
And we can pop bottles all
i won't run when the sky turnes to flame
and i
you only come out late at night
just like an animal
little dead, I know, today
making wishes from lightyears away
the stars
You oughta hear the mirror in my house
You oughta fear
Bending spoons with my mind,
manifesting men of all kinds
in my
Jean Pierre was a fashion designer
And Jean Pierre couldn't feel
I'm not much for dope or drink
And that's thanks to
A break can heal itself
But a break that heals without
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