cry to me from wooden benches, purses
close and sew your
you're kidding yourself
if you think you can find
the fractures in
buttercup you carry me faster than
i possibly, could overthrow
the sons
bloody mary's bleeding again
ceramically, live on tv, for all to
I'm sorry that you're falling apart
falling apart, falling apart at
You were the sun and I was the moon
Then suddenly
Immaculate hearts agree
Your love can set me free
Don't be afraid
If I owed you better days in your mind
You'd
Sun burns the charcoal into fine glass
Beneath the coral undersea
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