The Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

you, oh, oh, you, Oh, The song is Something's coming down.

coming down under the chin up again.

Something's breaking over time.

He's a part. over time.

He's a poet check, but he doesn't mean it when he says that he'll do put the next time. Something underneath the earth is always run against itself.

Something that crossed his head.

Something that crossed his head. So I'm through the cross to spend.

She is tired of the fantasy,

and when she cuts him down,

she is fat, she is sad.

sad.

She looks like.

She looks like you can make it better, but she knows that look is wrong.

She knew that look is wrong.

She knew that all along.

He looks like a woman that he tastes like disappointing

as she blames herself when he turns to her for help, when he falls her

in the ground and she's scared to make a sound.

It all happens when he're choosing she's around.

Yeah. Something like a smear, a prong, a piece of a his face shaped like a smile.

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