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Lydia More To This

so. So there we were minutes from making it. Celebrate we're finally done and gone. And though this highway is all too long one more mile to the hotel. This

So as my fingers curl, I move my lips just so you won't have to. Damnit you clever girl, your style is keeping us from sleep. It's one more and I'm free

s under to yourself, now I'm so so gone. Well trains take me so far. But only in my brain and that's fine with me. How come you do, you do this thing

always blue and black or breaking skin, well cover up, girl, we'll finally leave again. And you breathe me in so well, in your room under the cover of this

is me. So sure you should take that, it's one more mile, just the same. Some say that, kings fall from grace. So now we sit like kings amongst this,