Love, what are you dreaming of?
You're moving all around
And talking
I can tell by the way that she’s trailing off
that
she came in a cloud of smoke
dressed so natural
my kind
hard times I guess isn’t that what life is in
so your selfish days are done
never thanked me for all
She can't even think of what number drink
But she waits
We complicate you love
But she won't cry unless I'm mean
I spent the day thinking of the good and bad
She said, "Aren't you glad that we're never at war?"
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Don’t drive to Demore (?) without your seatbelt on
‘Cause there
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