Girl, you know me well
There's just some things I can't
Dear Eliza i wish you well
i miss our midnight talks
but
I think ive mistaken you for a bad idea
Some Common
ill tell you something that you dont know
take you somewhere
You got what you wanted like before
But it's never enough
im fogging up the glass to
spell it out to you
Please take your shoes off at the door
we'll spread our
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