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
he's a boy with good technique
he can swallow almost anything
and
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
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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