A little piece THE JEZABELS
There s a cold, easy glow, dancing over our street. I could of chased you down, I could of held your love, But wouldn t you think me weak Of All I should know, How the streets come and go, You chased the kaleidoscope dream. Stranger, baby, always keep me in your sweet memory. A biting cold, thrash and scold, and Drown me under our street. Perfect hips, perfect hips, she was Perfect lips, pieces of your heart, splattered on the cliff. We go
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