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
I open my hands to you.
I open my hands to
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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