things.are.not.exactly.the.way.they.are
Dropped off your keys last night
The front door still unpainted.You were polite like ice,I, once could met it.You took our pictures down,And you left them on the ground Its like you wiped all the memories,
The front door still unpainted.
You were polite like ice,I, once could met it.You took our pictures down,And you left them on the ground Its like you wiped all the memories,
You were polite like ice,
I, once could met it.You took our pictures down,And you left them on the ground Its like you wiped all the memories,
I, once could met it.
You took our pictures down,And you left them on the ground Its like you wiped all the memories,
You took our pictures down,
And you left them on the ground Its like you wiped all the memories,
And you left them on the ground
Its like you wiped all the memories,
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