hey there, baby, have you got a light? im not smoking, but im afraid i might have down a dark carpal tunnel and landed in your kiss and in the water from your big, brown eyes, i swam away from a quarter crisis
told me horror stories in room 426 of wooden boys falling for girls made out of matchsticks i shoulda strapped you to me with padlocks and glue so i could spend the rest of my life wearing nothing socks and you
we got a lot of maybes to muddle through but my emotional rabies are fixed on crashing through to you though governments and distance stand between us, well be fine cuz im gonna tear this world apart, baby, until youre
never knew much about magic, but i think finally found a teacher never meant to find my soul, but i got along the way never lived with you, but i know i cant live without you never know if ever ill see you again, so i hold tight and pray
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youll an artist, ill be your hands well go the farthest from our we can ill swim the ocean, whisk you away til were in denmark, youll hear me say: