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Замша Digging A Hole

throws up on the sheets She took me to a hotel Where she watched the evenings end And cried into her coffee Swearing she was on the mend Two tortured souls Digging a hole

and throws up on the sheet She took me to a hotel where she watches the evenings end Cried into her coffee swearing she was on a mend Two tortured souls digging a hole

afternoon and throws up on the sheet She took me to a hotel where she watches the evenings end Cried into her coffee swearing she was on a mend Two tortured souls digging a hole