The plane went down, damn

but i remember where the love was found

Flax seeds, well they tear me open,
and supposedly you could crawl right through me.
Taste these teeth, please, and undress me from the sweaters,
better hurry, cause I'm heating upward.
Bound now, oh, maybe I'll build my house on your cloud.
Here I'm tumbling for you, stumbling through the work that I have to do
Don't mean to harm you


Vissa dagar leder till möten som leder till en känsla som leder till en händelse som leder till skit.


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