Trouble is our only friend and its back again. Makes our minds harder than it really is. No one's got much to say Its gets harder everyday
Everybody knows that nobody really knows how to make it right Its getting longer and i cant loose sight We keep our pride that we may boast in might
Sadly, i doubt if we'll survive the night
You still didn't tell me about the outing Worry not, you can and will have many more Am sorry for all my senseless perfection ranting I thank you for all the ills you bore
Its a new day Honey, what do you say? Hmmmm, what do you say? The sun is shining, lets make hay
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