tyria jacobaeae

(Sorry)

Lonely humps on the sidewalk slums
If I come to you, say, will you come through? (hey!)

You flew me to New Harmon
Interior chuckle, baby, and carry me to the city, I got two wet feet
Contradict ourselves, I thought I put us on a shelf
But no, my love

David's got the room next to us
And don't you ever ponder? What if I would have stayed longer?
Ooh, cuz I do



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Writer(s): Nicolai Kjellberg, Andreas Thordenberg
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