so self : no one cares. your voice is average in worried piles I typed for miles and noone noticed I will begin I will put right this morning terror I
she is i love my father for all the things he's thought but really for the things he did i love my piano though i wasn't ever taught still i think i'
some sunny afternoon? In the summer, you'll really know You're the only summer that I think I'll ever know So I'll keep tryin' to find you somewhere smilin' I
Rose, can I come down for a drink? It's happened again I've got a story I'm sure will end poorly I'll begin at the end Rose, you must know I couldn't
you're in the bathroom playing dead i just know numbers now i'm feeling what am i feeling what am i feeling and what i feeling i can't cut though to
when you're so polite. I'm too uptight. You've grown more beautiful since you took off. What can I do? I'm in love with you and it won't stop. You're
and o-oh what can i say? i got a wine swept smile and a well-timed mile i've been running since i heart they'd sooner see us die than o-oh come and die
nerves on the outside Hide them under, hide them under Hide them under my There's no one out there, I know Her eyes were gleaming in I.O. And I'm still
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I dream of airplanes crashing Solemn beginnings daily Everyday I grow old And am born again Bath in light that starts to darken when I emerge I dream
Someone that I know Took all the torment I could throw How would I know I couldn't let it go Without a dose of a-d-o And although it's been a year or
silence I wear my nerves on the outside an And hide them under my... There's no one out there, I know Her eyes were gleaming in I.O. And I'm still breathing
no one cares. your voice is average in worried piles I typed for miles and you just stood there I will begin I will put right this morning terror I have
Rose, can I come down for a drink? It's happened again I've got a story I'm sure will end poorly I'll begin at the end Rose, you must know I couldn'
the laze of a barefoot afternoon. what's a boy to do? sunday eyes, am i losing you? is the summer really through? straps down and overtired if i had a favorite picture i
