Ten english pounds and these hot pavement fields,
As though I'm moving to the end, am I moving to the end of your loving?
How, how did I do this?
Me, I put the water on my heart.
Why didn't I notice such cold detachment from the star?
Oh, the joys they slammed down and the one in this town was bright enough.
Without joy in the rain I could feel forever the same.
So how, how did I do this?
Oh, me I put that box around my heart.
Why couldn't I notice such pool detach from the star?
Oh, the joys they slammed down from the one in this town is bright enough.
Without joy in the rain I could feel forever the same.
The Duke Spirit
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