I feel exactly like a matchstick in relation to you
thin
i woke up this morning, nothing in my way
i woke
I don't want to wake you when you're sleeping so
oh yeah alright, i know everything stops here
you don't love
let me be your soul boy
let me be your soul
there's
stand in the light
so i can see you
morning makes it
she lives in a house in london
she lives in a
I walk across the rooftops
I follow a broken Thread
Of white
Automobile noise
Out in the traffic
Black cars and blue cars go
Because of Toledo
I got so worried and stayed clean
The pick
Sweet and easy like a train coming
Back to God's country,
She lives in a house in London
She lives in a
The line of traffic comes to a stand still
For the
Starlight, do you know me?
Please, don't look at me now
I'm
From a late night train, reflected in the water
When all
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