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Russian Red I Love Your Glasses

: Walk by the mand who sings a song to the streetlights and turns out everybody claps, they don?t believe in cabs they don?t believe in cabs, they don

five minutes I look at the door and I see you naked. And there?s a question that comes up to my mind I wonder whether you are blind. But if I try to

if I speak for you and I say that you did those things I did in the past, it?s true in a truck I do keep your stuff in my pocket, just like I did with

: She said hey, won?t you pick me up? he said, well, what about at nine? And she wakes up, it?s freezing cold outside but he?s not there, wherever he

all your choices and all my mechanisms to forget, forget you? All inside I?m not, I?m not finding lies against this whole established order that I found inside your little heart, where I

I?m falling, I?m falling on the bed that I got ready in my head. How many times been to places, and places came to me? Now by the corner of my eye I?m

maybe it was ten? Moat of broken glass, a barbed wire fence, When your heart is hurting, you'll feel it breathing. While your pain is feeding, a tiny red