She was only nineteen
Working in a record
I used to like
Its hot
Yeah but its a dryheat
Its getting hotter
Yeah but its
I want you back
All the time but I lost my
Deeper we walk
Branches hang low
The night approaching
It begins to snow
My
It's time to leave the past behind
I can't go back
If I arrive on your doorstep
Could you hold in the
Snowy like cocaine but not the same no let down
Just
On her way out
Crawling like an insect
Not even fully grown
But
You're leaning on that cane again
it's seems you're trying to
She is an ice cold ocean
And I, I used to
When you are living
You want to die
When you are dying
You
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