Underneath the foreign stars
In a foreign place where they don't
get me through this Lord and I'll do anything you
She loves the sunset
She loves the cocktail bell
She loves the
He came from Phoenix in a borrowed VW bug
To be
I gotta check for nothing
All made out to someone
I truly
I was playing every Monday on Burgundy in some shitty
Heaven, I need a drug
Her eyes are all but fixed
I watch, as it stops for a girl
A moment, elaborate
When you were just a little girl in pine bluff
Daddy
Empty bottle was half empty, tide was low, and I
I've been lightin' matches in the boiler room
Wearing sulfur perfume,
Big brown eyes and a gust of wind
And the cherry
I left you last night on the left coast
I'm writin'
These storms they gather forces unbeknownst to fools like me
They
She drove a blue car around Bloomington
She was a thin
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