None of these flowers do any good under this house
I didn't mean to make you swear
Too many places, we can't understand
Why are you answering the door?
Bad bad why'd you put it on the shelf?
Won't you pick me up or lead me to my room?
Cough up those kisses if you haven't already sweared
Some of these colors in my bed
Sleep in between us if you really want to stay
Call all your kings into the yard
Stand up in person if your lonely
Tell all these people who are you
Burn burn another story i can yell
If you need it i can bring it to your boat
It was the last chance to for us to kill another mile
The middle of this feeling sinks in
What hurts the worst
Is that they really loved each other
Leave your voice under the meadow
Upset the beast and cry like thunder.

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