She lives with an orange tree The girl that does yoga She picks the dead ones from the ground When we come over And she gives I get Without giving anything
You can hold her hand And show her how you cry Explain to her your weakness So she understands: And then roll over and die! You can brave decisions Before
My drum, my drum, my drum Gonna make ya My drum, my drum, my drum Gonna make ya come My book, my book, my book Gonna make ya My book, my book, my book
Well I?ve been here before I?ve sat on the floor In a grey grey room Where I stay in all day I don?t eat, but I play With this grey grey food Desole,
Well I held you like a lover Happy hands And elbow in the appropriate place And we ignore our others Happy plans That delicate look upon your face A
This has got to die I said this has got to stop this has got to lie down with someone else on top you can keep me pinned 'cause it's easier to tease but
Leave me out with the waste This is not what i do It's the wrong kind of place To be thinking of you It's the wrong time For somebody new It's a small
I gave me away I could have knocked off the evening But a lonelily landed my walls (??) in her hands In a way I felt you were leaving me I was sure
I need a piss Wanna hate Fuck it up Come My love Eat your meat Keep your teeth Run You lost me You cost me You thought me of me, yeah We're
Sleep. Don?t weep, My sweet love. Your face, it's all wet. And your day was rough. So do what you must do To find yourself. Wear another shoe. Paint my
Well I don't know if I'm wrong Cause she's only just gone Here's to another relationship Bombed by excellent breed of gamete disease I'm sure when
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Woke up and for the first time the animals were gone It's left this house empty now, not sure if I belong Yesterday you asked me to write you a pleasant
There?s still a little bit of your taste in my mouth there?s still a little bit of you laced with my doubt it?s still a little hard to say what's going
Mooday (It's got me) x 7 Baby, why d'you have to leave Something up your sleeve Baby, I find it hard to breath Moody (It's got me) Mooday (It's got
Don't hold yourself like that You'll hurt your knees I kissed your mouth and back But that's all I need Don't build your world around volcanoes melt
And so it is Just like you said it would be Life goes easy on me Most of the time And so it is The shorter story No love, no glory No hero in her skies
We might kiss when we are alone When nobody's watching We might take it home We might make out when nobody's there It's not that we're scared It's just
