The predictable storm that has come every year
And it sneaks in from shore with a bat in its hand
I'm trying I'm trying I'm trying I'm trying I can't
You're a thief and a witch but I love you to death
You steal my heart and curse under your breath
But the one thing that I can most willingly prove
That when you are gone I'll be fine without you
if you’re feeling a little bit sad or uptight and just can’t let go of everything your holding onto inside, i suggest buying angels and airwaves 'we don't need to whisper'.
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