You lead a life inside of your mind
That has nothing
I know that it's your own life
I tell you this
With
Everything I got
Everything I need
And everything that I have
Learned about
Billy was a young boy
Who's fate did decree
That he would
She was a paragon of soft scented chinois curls
She stood
Delicate like rain
Delicate like snow
Delicate like birds
Delicate just so
Delic
I left the east side for a west coast beauty
A
I have faith in these desolate times
A roar down the
Hold back your diamonds and pearls
'Cause the attraction's no good
If you all get to Heaven
Say a prayer for my
Spoken:
Sweetheart listen,
I know the last few pages
Haven't been good for
It's been said be a poet better
Sealed with a smile
Let's go forward with our love
I don't ask for your
The answer is yes
My sweet babe how many times do
Your dangerous charm and your
Glamorous arrogance thrilled me
In the melancholy
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