youve ruined
certain songs for me
i cant listen to opening
chords
without recoiling
scarlet behind eyes
i want to say
thank you, when i see you
with my fist
a meeting of flesh
isnt that what you
described it as once?
how terribly illicit
this bus is broken down,
baby
this is creeping me out
i told you i would
meet you at the beach
and its just full of
emptiness, full of sharks
youre no
renegade
you just have a
nice skirt on
tomorrow
will be an ambush (almost trapped)
im
just wondering what youre up to
you beautiful blond on sunday night
complications, situations, and timing
well, well, well
code talker
youre just
gold throwback
tired manhattan
standing all alone
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