The whole story’s not the half of it
Am I
The start is the hardest part
To step inside and announce
It’s only too clear
And I know you hate to state
Even the most familiar face
Can disappear without a trace
Amidst a
Andrew’s pleasure is a beautiful girlfriend
They both wear sunglasses and
I’ll never forget the morning we went running around
Before the
Sitting with you
Painting my room
I told you I was happy
You
So love, you've had about enough
Of leaning into the winter
You always want to be somewhere
Looks like we’re already there
Take
You tell me you don't like the way I comb
I know a girl called Kris
Who believes in God and
She’d look beautiful in a tea towel
But she’s dressed
I was supposed to wait for you
But we’ll have to
I’ll make you wait around
For all these things to be
I love her but she loves Agatha Christie
And she’s so
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