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Vienna Teng Dreaming Through The Noise

1br/1ba hrdwd flrs w/vw of trees. 1br/1ba prkg space 4 xtra fee. my little flock of boxes and I surrounded by a painted-white unknown. soon as this wall

Blue blue caravan Winding down to the valley of lights My true love is a man Who would hold me for ten thousand nights In the wild wild wailing of wind

it's the quiet night that breaks me. I cannot stand the sight of this familiar place. it's the quiet night that breaks me, like a dozen papercuts that

you now.) Darling, Lake Pontchartrain will cradle me, and all you left behind. Listen: Ever-so-faint slow tambourine is marching back through

She's holding a secret that she'll never tell She's holding a secret that she'll never tell Cause the myth is not supposed to retire We'd rather it lit

sleeps on my shoulder, Hair falling forward, mouth all askew. Fluorescent announcements beat their wings overhead: "Passengers missing, we're looking for you." And she dreams through the noise

1br/1ba hrdwd flrs w/vw of trees. 1br/1ba prkg space 4 xtra fee. my little flock of boxes and I surrounded by a painted-white unknown. soon as this wall

she's holding a secret that she'll never tell, because the myth is not supposed to retire. we'd rather it lit itself on fire, or overdosed in a 4-star

I believe you now.) darling, Lake Pontchartrain will cradle me, and all you left behind. listen: ever-so-faint slow tambourine is marching back through