It's true,
I never had no fun with you,
Now there's acid
The devil was in my yard, but the devil ain't
fill me with apples
i am lovesick
like columns of smoke
Don't always dream for what you want
But I love to
Running home in the bleeding snow,
I played with colours filed
you're like the mourning rain
i never ever have to say
when
This will take some time i know and it's going
I had everything I wanted but you wanted more
I had
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