Honey I told you
that these things never last
and one of
stoned, half a mile from home
I was dragged a million
Hey man, don't feel sad
There's never been anything to worry
cecilia,
you didn`t wanna give your heart away
you tear apart with
Oh, you better not lose this one for sure
don't fall
Spinning wheels and heads
Either way I'm gone
A bitter tale unfolds
That
Slow down Henry, imagine for a while
that this life is
Come
let's slip away from this damn masqerade
just take my hand
don't dream what others do, don't tell me you're in
love's lost & rolling, rolling down the street
eight miles &
Take the blame and let's be on our way
Fall asleep
Dazed and confused
but most of all battered and bruised
I came
I wasted away on this damn piece of land till
So much for solitude and spills from the mind
romantisized as
operator
never had a dream last for so long
you should have
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