my words are carried to you through electrical transcription I type them out downtown you hear them in your mind I think I lost my mojo to another cinnamon girl do elephants keep diaries? coz I remember every sorry kiss how quickly we fade out how slowly we ride on the threshold of my mind is bitter sweet with memories baby. comfort me coz I’m sorry now sorry for all my lies I went wrong but in my own right I simply wouldn’t follow it’s the story of my life
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