And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts. But it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it
Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say. Kind of turn themselves into blades. But it's nice to say that we played in the dirt. Hey, what a beautiful mess this is. It's like picking up trash in dresses. And what a beautiful mess this is. It's like taking a guess when the only answer is yes...
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