I leaned the truth at seventeen
That love was meant for
There's never much to say between the moments of
Our games
Bright lights and promises
A pocket full of dreams
That's what they
I haven't been loved by a man in quite a
I'm leaving by night, I'm leaving alone
I'm leaving it lie
The days are okay
I watch the TV in the afternoon
If
I hear your voice in every corridor
I see your face
Lay down now and slumber
Mama's boy is torn asunder
All the
I don't want to ride the milk train anymore
I'll go
I REMEMBER PHOTOGRAPHS
WATERCOLORS OF THE PAST
HE TURNED AND SAID, YOU
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