"Give the Moon to me, please", I said to God
"It's
If you can just get your mind together,
And come on
Slow down.
Slow down.
Arms too tired to take up.
Baby takes up
He crys out her eyes,
A fire unfurnaced.
The curve of her
Is there a tree
That grows the fruit I need?
Something sour
This poisoned honeymoon.
This person is gonna blow out soon.
Bad hair
baby's playing dead in cellar
gave her water just got paler
grass
so you go, to leave, more room for me.
oh, oh,
This old man I've talked about
Broke his own heart
Poured it
Sleep in now, now.
Sleep in now, now, now.
It's still night
so, he's lying on top again
just like gepetto with his
You may be sweet and nice,
But that won't keep you
It's not unusual to be loved by anyone.
It's not unusual
I went in like Joan,
No voice to guide me
And carry
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