The wind on my face, I’ve got a fresh pack
Im sitting here in this dark room
trying to break my
Lets go out to the lake
so come along
so come along
Yellow lines underneath my feet
on the long drive to your
I once thought that the world was round
and only dead
This machine I am plugging into my wall.
Is
Jack was a man who lived in the sand
right outside
I saw your face
In the most
oddest place
oh no.
Ba Ba
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