It's a backwards attraction to your forward eyes But you're so far-sighted that you can't place trust In what or who you recognize
We sped the plymouth cross the banks of the mississippi river Mary Timony was smaller then a super ball.... Chitter-chatter all these secrets started giving me the shivers Plain and simply broken down near olympia
I think your bruise was understated, 'Cause you can't feel this anymore It's getting bluer and you can't keep faking that you can't feel this anymore
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