you were commander of the legion
but there was no legion,
i feel like an american,
i finally understand the suffering
all my
i might stay in tonight
and write you a letter
about my
forgot my parachute
left it on the plane
and i fell head
it's the winter of love,
and i've been dreaming of
our
these patterns are born
and patterns repeat
patterns divide and rejoin
and
i've got nearly all i could want
wish i could say
sara stood up out of bed
was as high as she
the heiress waves me in
she gives me love, and then
lies
rubber noses smash into each other
like bumper cars powered
by kindred
Ive got a lot of things Id like to change
There
you can love it hate it
but you will obey it
the
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