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Sloan One Chord To Another

writing young and gifted In my autobiography I figured who would know Better than me I'm certainly the former But I'm not so much the latter But no one

Where is my camera? This picture denies all my ties To this side of the road. And maybe in Florida I'd hold up myself for the keys to the cramp in your

You played those notes a year ago But nobody ever seems to mind You're so sweet Upon request from her dad She takes a seat centre stage And starts to

You touched my hand I'm not a fan You held a dance in your basement The mirror ball The horse's stall There was no arrangement You're so thin Where'

First off, here's what you do to me You get rough, attack my self-esteem It's not much but it's the best I've got I thought you saw the good in everyone