Strange infatuation seems to grace the evening tide.
I'll take it by your side.
tick - tick - tick - tick - tick - tock
I'm unclean, a libertine
And every time you vent your spleen,
I seem to lose the power of speech,
Your slipping slowly from my reach.
Nothing beats the simple setting of 2am beer, just surfing random music and having placebo in the
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