Contact was questioned from the boulevard Head colds in frozen weeks of summer holds I’m fine i’m fine wait waiting on the line We sent ourselves in on the gray card scale
Hold my head Where storms are sand And sand is said To be sad
Longwinded cambridge medicative care Head first the motor runs the motor must run They confiscated every accident And turned ourselves in on our selfish turns
With visitations from the underwhelmed Five years she fears to hold my broken head Why were you gone why were you gone so long She is the reason that i still believe
Cover your eyes in the pouring rain Cover your eyes everyone is all the same
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