I swear I saw your face on that Tuesday in Albuquerque. I was driving with my feet up on the dashboard of my car. You were running through the red and gold right behind me.I left you gazing and waiting for the water to fall.
We were standing with our signs up on the picket line, cursing winter's last hurrah. I swore right then that you'd mean everything to me, till the sun goes out and bids us both away
We're not Giving Up
Once again you tried the water, its to cold I just can't follow you in. If I'm a parrot then you're kryptonite who's blood has run to thin. What's more I'm bored with your assumptions and your actualities. You crave ambitions so just leave your house and see
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