Eleven, smoking, blistered bearings, strobing, lock-in, sneak-out Raymond. Fly
Walking off alone
with your back to the one you said
with the front page in between headlines
the wind is blowing
Trapped in a dark cycle
It's feeding off itself
Ignore, brush away,
Oh I fear a change coming on
i feel estranged love
The sun was chasing us we were running for beginning
I'm sick of living in this movie
Everybody looking through me
No
just lie down
wrap your arms around and be still
don't let
Five ten, one thirty-five
Brown hair with blue eyes
Light skin, twenty-six
Statu
Hands over my head
Face down, I surrender
Love is taking me
Wisper in my ear and I hear the sea
Wild and
I will wait in a line for the club lights
Your god damned uncle changed you some when you were
When you are balancing
the leaves on a backyard tree
leaning over
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