honey, your aging slow
you're just like a face i know
who
I have closed your door
I’ve marked out the creaks in
I have no other way
There is a price to pay
For
Someday I hear him calling
The broken sound
It slow us down
It’s
Look out for the one you leave your trust in
The strangest thing is happening
It sounds a little funny I
If you want, I got some
Makes it like you
you don’t tell me we don’t talk no more
feels like
I ain't so kind to wait
I don't like the
I’m close enough to know you’re near
but not enough to
I’ll take a page and try to read it to
I will mistake the other
When she acts quite peculiar
I watch
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