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A '63, 10,000 miles. What was I

I myself insane. No small getaway

Asleep with both hands on the
White weekend

Chewing

Going to an end

We met in rain, you me in
Unending...

Seemed like a good

Now I need a

To get you off my

I brush my until they break

Until I bleeding
So when I I'll know
I'm almost good for you

And you...

me to the end of the dare
Raise your eyes, the stare

Become words

words so becoming

On any Sunday be there
I tried to you off my mind

I got waisted

It only the pain that much more acute

But
Isn't stong enough a

gorgeous

An charm
A graceful arm

Disarming...