I would like a place I could call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up every day that would be a start
I would not complain about my wounded heart
Just wait till tomorrow
I guess thats what they all say
Just before they fall apart
Loved up, doved up, hung around, stoned in a lonely town
i am dying to show you, and dying for you to show me too.
serve me the sky with a big slice of lemon
A heart of stone can turn to clay
But I still have a lot to learn about me
7 cities crafters
PAAAA pretty personal
its the night time that matters.
About Me
hard days work
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