I woke up understated
A simple feeling, aimed at you
And my
Without a trace
Makes me wonder
The staged race
Has no thunder
This is
it's a fear, it is near. the shape becomes ever
Blackcurrant jam is the nicest jam
The nicest jam you can
In the wind, in the yoke, my ride will go.
When I clung to you there was nothing to hold
It's a call
I fell into your arms that night
Don't ask
It's
I know, I know, the doors won't close, the pipes
There was time, it took time (all the while)
There is
Take on another shift
Palms in the middle, hands in the
Why won't you do any dishes?
I always clean up
Here we go again
We'll carry on
My only friends
I'll take our
I want you to know
When I look in your eyes
With
Wide eyed and up in arms, my little brother was
Glass of gin and a folding chair. Sitting out by
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