A Down And Dusky Blonde

allowances for me I do not see It's a drag that you're getting old I love to think about the year When we sobbed and then we cheered The town deserted like a film The sun was baking dust for fun Trees were withering by the day Your torso crushing me Into the country and the tunnels and the fields But I need a friend and I choose you I tell you the way I feel The truth is crushing like a heel I will forget the kiss and feel if you will do I read a book a day, like an apple But I did not eat ...

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YouTube | July 20, 2009

Tags:. .sobbed. .dusky. .torso. .withering. .dust