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the beauty of her face was beyond my wildest dreams, like cherry blossoms blooming in the mountain in the early spring.

but sometimes I miss your stupid face and your taste and your smoking gun

I hear strings in songs when they're not there

I see things in darkness when I'm scared

I feel cold out when it's sunny ,,

villain and violent, infant and innocent

how do you keep the weight off?

so stick him in a dress and hes the only boy I'd shag

I'm the treasure, baby, I'm the prize

cut me rails of that fresh cherry pie

cuz I'm a nasty dog

#cal singriel