There's nothing wrong with a little heart on the sleeve.
I'll
Some one save us…
Speak reggae tongues, because you’re the one
I know, so let's go.
The silence is binding; the
John driving down 87, no looking back the CD’s playing
The
We've been running from the pain
Steps far from possible.
Three years
I've been thrown and left for dead
It's not for you
My girlfriend has faith in me, something that I never
We can sit on the rooftops, tapping our shoes to
Engines hot running, running. Substances touching my lips.
I’ll be the
For the first time in my life, I'm breathing
Incubator free,
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