little bird i invite you, build your nest
little bird, i've
Pulling a string in tin can telephones
Through what does it
I'm OK, let me go. I've been here way
Is it because
this little part of you wants to be
Volume,
You can see it through my eyes
And hear it,
When I'm
("Close my eyes, She's somehow closer now")
Lying sick,
With my faced
I have my hopes of how I would be after
I'm so tired.
I'll sleep fr 14 hours.
I'll be full of
You tore a hole so deep my leak poured out
the heat from the closeness of me tilting towards the
I thought I felt your shape but I was wrong
Really
Should there be songs?
Should my hair be long?
Should my stare
I unlocked your side.
It got dark and we went north.
Trying
it's raining on me, i don't want it to stop
i
two more nights and i'll be in the air
these last
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