march twelvth at 6:37 p.m.
my sky plays fatal music
my sky plays fatal music
summer girl all summer long you know the winter's wrong
southbound those motel towns can mend most broken mornings
there's citrus groves where noone knows the fruit of truth from evil
and a long walk on a short pier means nothing more than swimming here
southbound those motel towns can mend most broken mornings
there's citrus groves where noone knows the fruit of truth from evil
and a long walk on a short pier means nothing more than swimming here
with no where to go and nothing to do, this weekend will last forever; time should do it's job and pass over it.
apr�s - vers l'avant
bout cinq...
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