Nova siecle, gets up from her desk
Crosses the shag into
Look at everyone
They’re bettter, they’re faster, they’re sweeter
Caught
Here I’m always finding myself coming up and
Asking “Where am
You call it in colors
And she bows to you
Hold your eyes for no one else
Keep our wonder to
Stuck listening for amusement
To tall tales of perfect unions
Knocked out
(written by John Moen)
A handful of hearts baby
And all that
You called it off
Then sulked about it all awhile
That's
Take a shine to the West Coast heaven
Looking best when
Listen closely for tires in the driveway
The voice in
Come on quiet on the slide arms surrounding
Losing track of
Hey baby, your head’s on fire
Chasing the miles
Escaping
Terra nostra how it calls here
Sucks me dry, sucks me
Tell your friends, turn on back around
We might need them
Standing here now you wash over me
Screeching fear and
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