Talk about love, talk about living
Talk about trying to be
The curve of the earth tells me some things they
Golden boy, golden hair
Skinny arms, you don’t care
They loved your
Lost in a daydream
That will not come true
Since you’ve gone
Love is patient, love is blind
Never jealous, Love is klind
If
What’s the good to hate, to fight
In the name of
We’re living in the golden age of pain
The golden age
The magic of love, nobody knows how the trick is
Trouble comes to our house
Every other week
First you and then
I used to go down to the Mill Creek
When I
There’s a hundred ways to kneel and kiss the ground
So
Like a hawk flying high above the city
Like a sunset
Stop, hey, don’t you dare move
Why you always have to
I’ve got this habit I’ve got to kick
Medicine I need
You know I feel most the time like a kite
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