







Here, inan highest season
full of my care,
I'd like to discover
the sound of
a tin, and perhaps
my desire could
arrive in the
springtime.





Kiss me and you will see how important I am.





I tried to tell you before I leftBut I was screaming under my breath
You are the only thing that makes sense
Just ignore all this present tense.
























































You know you're gold, you don't gotta worry none Oasis child, born and so wild Don't I know you better than the rest All deception, all deception from you































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