She said, take a drink of my sprite
So you can
She immigrated in 1773
Her rosary was damp
From the sweat of
sorry for when I was gone I'll buy you diamond
without a doubt baby you and me could help this
we talked until our faces turned blue until our mouths
i could obscure these words with poetry
false maturity
there's no universal
up all night figuring out me and you do things
we have a good thing an understanding how together we'd
off the coast of the Puget Sound immaturity rowing around
not listening to those lies you can't explain well I
well it pained the first time the smell of your
hop on now and ride the fame of a wave
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