Would you have hidden me in your attic?
That's the question
Another barren egg
Another month gone by
Just more time to do
I could slip, I could fall
In that mean and awful
Me and Betty Shelly were at Cinnamon Park
Waiting for the
Dear Claire, she gets up at three
She makes some toast
I can be clever, I can be clever
I can charm
So frail like a dying bird, so afraid
So pale like
I know everyone's a good person inside
Everyone wants just to
Can't you tell that I am dying inside?
Can't you hear
One leg in one leg out
What do you get with
I wake up every morning to the sound of birds
It's
Why are all our heroes so imperfect
Why do they always
The box sites on the bridge
The crowd is waiting
The chains
Jenny came over and told me 'bout Brad
He's such a
I'm so happy when you're here
And I'm not a happy
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