Something isn?t right it?s not really happening you're made out to be the good guy this community's tripping 2 stones washed up in my life spoiled
She was given up to the notion Of temperate seas and Novascotian winters And nights dreaming by the firelight A solitary life, adrift upon the North
Last night the weekend caught us up We fell in fits across the floor Scattered diamonds through your dress And curses through your door Ooooooh ooh ooh
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