Free things for poor people, is what it said, written on a t-shirt around her neck. Take me to the water and watch me by the edge, reflecting all the
Crawl out my eyes and I Feeling the sound and I Get my feet,get my wrists off the ground and I Needed to say nothing No more to give to ya no more
Girl who speaks no words Got me living in her dream Got me living in her dream with my feet turned out Eyes that speak no hurt And they never seem
Today for a cranit stars falling in the church ... Here between Today in my kitches of ... Hot Where a exercice Throw in exercice from a pieces
Can't get enough I Can't blitch can't blitch scene a losing sleep Walking to a strep you're down I've got to much no to much but he was in a rush
