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Saturday Night At The Apollo

I'm not able to answer my phone i hope that you understand just leave a voicemail after the tone and i'll get back to you as soon as i can i'll get back

Princess, you contemplate your fate for hours locked inside the tallest tower where you stay. princess, you wear a crown that's made of flowers waiting

want to regret this don't care about your first but i hope i'm your last kiss (verse) my tired eyes lift off the shoreline to the night sky facing east

Princess, you contemplate your fate for hours locked inside the tallest tower where you stay. princess, you wear a crown that's made of flowers waiting