Keeping a brave face
In circumstances is impossible
Cannot describe
So many
Deci
"What'd you mean tig goes while I'm out?"
It's nearly eleven,
John's gone his senses loaded over by your house,
You know,
You could call me a car lover
'Cause I love it
Riding on any wave,
That is the luck you crave,
They don't
Don't stop shaking it's my head
That makes me want to
If you want to
Then you've got to
Let it show
It is
Drivel head wears her glad rags
She's got her keys money
What I want
Mornings to the winter and afternoons to the
It's a sign of devotion
You made everybody else seem insane
You
Took back time, take an instant pleasure
Credit is due for
And now we find
Looking back at your state of
1, 2, 3, 4
Peaches and cream, where have you been?
Did
A morbid fascination
With all things in extreme
The limited sports
Will leave
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