he comes to me like a ghost in a dream
don't come to this party, your arm is living
trouble; someone is not u like a ghost in
oklahoma; i would like to never live in
oklahoma
i turned my head to the right
and saw the klu klux klan in
maryland
and i miss u and i miss u and i miss u
u have lived there as air and i am not
very common or sad with passages of
u
it's like u saved my life
and there's a bridge
and well, i'm gomez
i don't come with large fries
i ache without each kid
murder a hundred e-mails
the bed sleeps in
smaller groups of
summer
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amo la pintura...
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