it's sunday morning. she gazes at his head. and wishes
tripping down assaulted streets. and keeping her nose in the
there's the sadness on a clear night. when the wind
the sun's gone today. dear gone gone today. come dead
left my worries back in my room. took the red-eye
lonely and lost in the world. the spaceships are coming
lovely arrhythmia sighs. and bats her eyes. tucked into her
please show me what i want but haven't got. please
jean's serene and pleased to be around today. but as
someone's gone put their mind to the cork. and the
riding in the subway on a snowy afternoon. avoiding people's
we watched and were awed at the war that she
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