Twenty-five, a season off dope
Three sheets to the wind like
Sometimes in the morning I am petrified and can’t move
Happy birthday
You're halfway to sixty
You have no land
The absence of God will bring you comfort, baby
And
I should've known with a boy like you
Your middle name
When dad moved out to a frozen land
The TV was
You came to me with all the force of a
If you think you're bulletproof, you're right
Because you've weathered all
Moods don’t command you
If you don’t know what you’re
Dejalo, nuestra cosa
Dejalo, nuestra cosa
Dejalo, nuestra cosa
Dejalo, nuestra c
Something is changing inside of me
Colors seem darker in light
And
She was the girl with the string around her neck
With
You'll get your money
I'll get my friends
Hard living's forgiven
In the
If you want to find yourself by travelling out west
Or
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