If i make allowaces
Im fine with separate, and see-how-it-is
Understood
If you think its good
Do they make flowers for this
What color means you dont care how she lives
Id expect just a little bit.
Me, i wouldnt trade
Me, i wouldnt trade for what youre made of
Lover becomes secretive
Dont ask
I wont tell
Well see how it is
Understood
If you say its good
Do they make flowers for this
What color means you dont care how she is
Id expect just a little bit.
Me, i wouldnt trade
Me, i wouldnt trade for what youre made of
Did i try too hard loving
Crush the bird youre holding
Me, i wouldnt trade
Me, i wouldnt trade for what youre made of compasses
What i want sometimes is a roof somewhere
The same one each time, like a real woman
Home, to be home
To be home
Like a black sea turtle swimming back
Sailors who sail without compasses
Right, to be right
To be right
If the stars stick why cant i
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