The lemon don't fall far from the tree
If all the
Let me hold all of your guns tonight
And shoot all
You can't keep the sun in a hole underground,
So why
Come into my room, let the space consume you, cause
Got my ticket. Got my pot of gold. I'm learning
I'm alone, I'm alive, I've got it all and I've
The bright lights dimmed and the audience screamed like she'd
There's birth and death and a life that's in between,
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