The sun is shinin' hard at my feet
The city is
The engine turns on a dime
But I ain't goin'
so god, this is where you change the names
to protect
Principal Victoria she whistles while she types
She reads the editorials
i don't know
why i let go
i want to
Did I slip? I know I stumbled
Did I trip?
D: Naw, Bona Drag, baby
R: no, no, it's Viva Hate
D:
I found your photograph
In a cardboard box in a magazine
I
hold me up
hold me down
leave me in the
Without anyone to love you
What will you blossom into?
Two hands, but never one to hold
Oh well, see
Blue sky, when you gonna learn to rain?
And
Make me a list of all the things
That I don't
I can hear that song, oh baby
That old song
What's come to stay from the cannonball days
but a house
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