No boat nor bridge, nor crucifix can hold it back
I have been wicked, I have been arrogant
And when it comes it will feel like a kiss
I miss the long nights of winter. I want pitch blackness from eight o'clock onwards, but I still want bright mornings and breezy days.
Some people are never happy.
I miss the long nights of winter. I want pitch blackness from eight o'clock onwards, but I still want bright mornings and breezy days.
Some people are never happy.
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