Remember back when seasons don`t change Late December winds bringin pain, back to me... and I`ve been closing these doors for days the sky is fallin down on my grave...
oh are we gonna make it?
South Pacific`s whiskey and sin, now honey, these angels got me talking again, jump slowly gently as the breakin waves, I`m flying, the tide closing in on my face...
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