Oh I don’t know
Just where I’ll go
But I’ve got to
You’ve said one too many times that I…
I don’t know
Did you fit inside her?
Can you make her bleed?
Did she
Every Drop of Rain Is a Thought of You
And Every
All the music isn’t enough
To fill the holes that
They’re just words on paper
They don’t get you there
The places
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