He walks slowly with a bounce that's in time,
he likes
beginners luck, white legs
in and out, of a sleep
behind the
In this urban jungle
Life seems so scarce
Caution: hot, danger
theres a poor man sippin down his will to live
theres
I'm a soldier,and I walk these streets on guard.
Where I'm
She pulled her skirt back down
After he was done
She took
I hear the sounds of warm Summer days
Kids in the
And when I’m free
Ain’t never gonna be the same no
your words seem so vaguefrom hot lips, from your cold
and that momentyou promised me would never come,shot through the
"it's always too early to speak..."the fire found a new
in a forgotten room,the tenth day of Augustyour voice as
when we were lost,we were saving every texturetaking breaths in
I remeber when i saw you at the diner'syet my
can you tell me the sound when you try to
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