one two
one two
one two three four
one two three four
one two
one
It was easy listening to the radio
my head - I
I'm sorry
I can't quite put my finger on it
the breath
david I think I left the pineapple
in the tree house
it's
kissing was nice
held my head close and tight
even when I
music for mechanics
you can cut yourself up
and learn the way
mama please come and take me home
the boy's got a
my mother says people who die in the desert
don't go
rules to remember
don't wait up for you
the cab ride's not
I hear you crack backs
I hear you paint pictures of
mmmmmmmm
mmmmmmmm
mmmmmmmm
mmmmhmmmm
time has movement
space has a medicine
bu
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