Well I'd say, you've got that right
you said it best, but who's saying you
To another, who wanted it for a
hey, hi, hello, or you fit shoe
I'd say, well I'd think of something
And sound it out
For another, and what I'd give for a
hey, hi, hello, or you fit shoe
you'd wanted it but
Bed time's misbred
Street Road is dead
Left less than friends
But more's in my head
Well this street lamp's wasted on our lawn
and I'm undeveloped of us
But if rapport's asex, then what's wrong with
away as our way, well then I'll come
unmarked yours
I'd say, well I'd think of something
That sounded good to another
And what I'd give for a
hey, hi, hello, or you fit shoe
you'd wanted it but
Bed time's misbred
Potsdam is dead
Friends more or less
More so at best
Well this street lamp's wasted on our lawn
and I'm undeveloped of us
But if rapport's asex, then what's wrong with
away as our way, well then I'll come
unmarked yours
You wanted it but
Bed time's misbred
Hamburg is dead
More's still a less
But someday suggests, I guess, what's next
my best guess is Street Road is dead
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