Yeah, wear those shoes
You know
They go with that skirt
You know
You
Drunken
She waits watching the distance
Dreading the fear
Brought by each freshl
My love is a storm
She doesn’t wait for me
And now
Sometimes
when I think about life
I feel out of rhythm
You know
You feel it
You know it
You try to control it
You just
I think about it all the time
But don’t know what
Underneath
there’s no relief
from all the pressures
of her self-made
strife
I
I don't wanna talk to you, I don't wanna know
Listen closely or you'll never hear me whisper
All the pretty
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