Round and round in circles, I coundn't tell you why,
I'm just tryin' to be free.
You will always be right
Holy smokes.
She says burned again.
Holdin' a note to a lit
It's not complicated,
the lines been drawn.
But I can't differentiate,
the si
I'll take what I can get.
I'm not that greedy yet.
I
It's a Freudian complex
The easier it is, the harder I
The space on the bed
Faded about as fast as the
Call it instinct, but I think she's gone for good
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