"there's still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
there's still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
it's still a little hard to say what's going on"
Today I keep telling myself that I'm not broken.
Sometimes it is hard to remember that.
there's still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
it's still a little hard to say what's going on"
Today I keep telling myself that I'm not broken.
Sometimes it is hard to remember that.
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ya, yellowknife, my god the bugs are bad there, I thought a group of black flies were going to steal the van with us in it.