I pass my idle days with my idle ways
'Til the twelfth of always
She walks my hallways
I keep her warm, but we never kiss
'Til the twelfth of always
She walks my hallways
I keep her warm, but we never kiss
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artchick:
I need you. You need what I have to give. Write me letters and we can dance together, and change what the world thinks of us.
kara:
now i could just kill a man (i can't understand how i could just kill a man)
