All the best wishes for you
Your dreams are finally coming
Forget the middle being what's played
Gypsies have babies just the
Last week's communsurate heartaches
had me blushed and pale
What I heard,
Dear neighbor
Have you got my money
I need the milk and
Mix me with a stereo song
Promise me a heartache
Just like
Done in a circle of fifths
Like chapel rows on my
This halo is a joke
a little hoax for parting ghosts
My
I can feel my breath receding like oceans do
The rope
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