And another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another one.
But I hear you in the morning singing hallelujah and love immortal, and I, oh, I am no longer ashamed.
Wish I could live those years again.
Oh, well.
You're something like a dream, or something I could never reach.
But quite discerned.
In memory, you got me.
Eventually, I'm texting this kid.
Still remember the whole thing.
When I would let the light in.
I'd find a new job after he made his dream come true.
You know what it means to be on our Seo's long tape tape.





A struggle that talked us on.
You can hear it on my clean mic.
You can clearly tell it's new dance.
So.
I only notice when I stop
You don't even have to ask
You don't even have to ask
You don't even have to ask
You don't even have to ask