White dress princess
On friday night
It's a shame if you go
You can see nothing yet
By candle light
I'm soaked in kerosene
I
so let's pretend that you're someone
who's worth this train wreck
i'll
Love you john, love you marco
Twenty summers into dying, and
Screaming at the top of my lungs
I'm dangerous tonight
Don't you
Excuses, excuses are better than letting me down
But when you
I dare he who takes my place
To kill you with
it's more clever when you're young
just ask my brothers who
It was eight on the bus
On the way back home
Should have killed me right then
even now, i would never
I'm not better than I breathe and that's the truth,
I'm
You are what poets write about and bleed themselves for
Hold
Make a move
I've got my bed to lose
Three words to
This place is just a giant highway
Exchanging names while we
Two Beds in a room.
I'm Passed out on the floor.
Her
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