Woke up this morning at 11:11
Wasn't in Portland and
A bit of you the only drug I must abuse
A
Oh what a shame that your
Pockets did bleed on
I'm no Rasputin, you ain't no Rapunzel
I have willingly fallen,
Oh the moonlight is fair tonight
Along the Wabash
From the fields
When I am older than all these goddamned hills
And there's
You can go out, dancing
And I'll write about you, dancing
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
you were talking
On me dit un minois mieux que joli
De même on
Maybe in you I'll believe
Maybe I'll believe in you
The future
Your skin is cold, but
the sun shines within your hold
Your
Do I disappoint you in just being human?
And not one
Es muß sein*
Wanna be a man of my word
Want to
For to see my depth of sorrow
You are not allowed
He will then be reborn from 1970's porn
Wearing tube socks
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