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Letters To Cleo Wholesale Meats And Fish

all the monsters I am ever going to be And I was falling a thousand miles an hour Swirling around, the only sound was acid jed If this were the last day And

Beating down a path real slow With your heavy plastic bags and Heavy head You're awake and I'm asleep and We are so complete that way You're asleep and I'm awake and

am I gonna do To not take the fast way it evens out every time God how I love a boy on the go And what you've got I just have to know And'cause what

It's getting harder to believe I've gotta go but I don't want to leave You've got your mortality on your sleeve And if I'm something you've outgrown You

Little Rosa was gonna shine Little Rosa had real bad time She was not like anyone else She never will Little Rosa, the boys let her love She's just not

you say you are If you were, why was your head down in his car? It's just not the same, try and try I'm still the last to know You get the sticker and

you think of it then you should know if I'm getting kind of low. You [make] made the sunshine. [Then] you take my air to breathe. [If I'm gonna] And

Ten thousand years have passed and [it] don't matter much to him that ten thousand years have passed before. There's nothing he can't do. Nothing he

It's okay that you forget. It's alright that you don't wanna [want to] remember. In your hands you've got a martyr's head, in your mind, I know that'