What about those girls with crazy dreams;
The ones who plan
Here’s a case story ‘bout a guy named Jack.
Nobody knew
There's a break in our cup.
Something magical is missing.
Every time
Drug me ---- I want to sleep.
Drug me ---- I
The lights have all turned down
In this backwards town.
I wonder
Must we stand at this impasse?
Can we not discover more?
Open
Parachute hang from my ceiling
Lead me from this pristine sun.
Tapestry
Don’t give me reason to justify
All of the treason you’ve
If you could fit the fears of man inside a
Another shot, I think,
Should numb this pain.
If I begin to
With a single candle in the moonlight
Serving as my guide,
I’ll
Gather with her angels,
Subdue what may deceive.
What matters is the
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