attache
i said i wouldn't fall into another well.
but its too late. too late too late.
the sunshine is beautiful- all the murals of light painting their way in through stone and cold.
i'll never be the same.
but its too late. too late too late.
the sunshine is beautiful- all the murals of light painting their way in through stone and cold.
i'll never be the same.
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Sayin' ain't doin'
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