Firebomb Hotel
(Indisponível)
if I could memorize the shape of you lips or the color of your eyes, I wouldn't because I know you'll be running down the tip of my nose.
All along every song, was writting its self about you.
These four hours give me the time to hold on to our uncertain crimes, you're pushing and I'm ready to go and I want your voice to be everything I know.
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