they destroy our world together while we pray
send our souls
jeanie likes the outside,
she paints a portrait on my wall,
she
there’s a moon for all of your sadness,
you can feel
the iry
not afraid
good morning flowers,
can you hear me?
i feel lost
oh i want you back now
i know its sad now
watching
lose your body lose your soul,
but don’t ever lose your
go
and you could leave
watch all the blood flow
maybe, we'll make
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