Atmospheres they throw a little storm Motions aren't emotional Good morning I threw as if my welcome Atmospheres they throw a little storm Motions aren
Flaxen, the dress is born Crush a crushing stone Tie a starching walls Wake takes a mumbling form Wake takes a mumbling form Flaxen, the dress is old
I'm seemin' to be a little alive I'm happy again, caught, caught in time Expose the daughter of yourself well Me, I think that you're in her heart You
It's an old game, my love When you can't have me, you want me Because you know that you're not risking anything Intimacy's when we're in the same place
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We'll be sold when Roddy Comes for pearly dewdrop's drops Weeks in our company Cups of pearly dewdrops' drops We'll be sold when Roddy Comes for pearly
Shunning punched, all of song Will you spare last night till dawn? Your eyes have mine At last I've got lyric The rest into a mood of dust Myself into
It's all for my All for my All for my All for my Charisma Charisma Charisma Charisma It's all for my All for my All for my All for my Charisma Charisma
He's the droplets He's that droplet on my truth [unverified] He's the spangle He is that spangle maker Oh, for that's Awful that worked it shattering
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Ooh, you have, ooh, you have Ooh, you have, ooh, you have How do I feel about myself? I try, I am resourceful, I contribute I belong when I contribute
I feel rewarded on being so ugly, eh Oh, and you're a lone shadow I feel rewarded on being so ugly, eh I feel rewarded on being so ugly, eh Oh, and you
Brush by gracefully A love as big as a risk Fills you up And you can't look on The breath of God in my mouth A love you can taste Got get some paste
Hidden to your heavy side I couldn't tell your head is so deep Hidden to her own hidden account I must have let her dame holes Hidden to your heavy side
Little Phoebe Who I've never seen Had you asked, I'd be right out And maybe In a good time Phoebe, then I'll tuck you in How is it Listen angel You
I buckle and rose as God and the rest How mere riches be a war or we lose Close into symbols a fly drinks ignitions They turn infant's breath my milk
Gotta, gotta, gotta gain his voice On pepper tree Harden, harden, harden don'ts and won'ts My easel she You gotta, gotta, gotta gain his voice On purple
I'm standing here I said 'Love', you'd listen My heart made love if you said (He had it all) I thought he'd known love even for He's so mean to her I