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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

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

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

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

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

Překlad: Les Paul a Mary Ford. Brazílie.

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

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'

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'