Your smile was so disarming
You'd better mind your own affair
Picking
Took a look around this cocktail landscape
At the mud and
Never want to fight the lonely fight
Never want to talk
All these houses in a line
Saying hey good morning so
So far away you know you're lost little girl
You're really
One could go to jail for taking drugs all night
I
You took a little white cloud
And you're fixing up your
These boys are torn and tired
They used to burn so
Every morning when I wake from my bed
I find I'm
I shot the glass
And I cleaned the table
And I went
My friend got out of jail today
I picked him up
Be my ritual
Be my one desire
Be my light be my
She talked in riddles
She talked in three dimensional
She held my
We just want a bit of peace
And relative quiet
Just one
When you move your stuff away from me
When you caught
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