It's Four-Oh-Three in a basement in Brooklyn
Is it the a.m.
My baby likes BBQ, she don't care what
Anyone says.
Hangin' up the phone. I'm home again alone. Is this
You took mine and I took yours
We hid them in
A New York cop touches down on the California ground.
We're exception, Golden coastline, Solar system, Separate Divine
So Mistaken, Op
Take off your socks you've kept them on
Turn off the
I left my bag in the back of a cab.
I've
And then it hits me like a truck.
All those things
It's not going so well, thanks for asking anyhow.
The lines
I used to be so big and strong.
My head grew
Well I'm fighting a cold again.
My clock laughs it's half
I could have leaned in, then you'd lean in and
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