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Pedro The Lion

"Dear, unlock the door, you're acting like a child. When you said it yourself, we are at war. How dare you turn on me now, right when I need you most

arizona curled up with california then she tried to hide the whole thing from new mexico who knew before he saw them making out in yuma that she was

bands with managers are going places bands with messy hair and smooth white faces you don't believe when i say it won't be alright vans with fifteen

"My jail shoes on, the well kept cemetery lawn. Both of them weeping, their one good son now was gone. The irony to see my dad down on his knees, crying

Barely ever fight, she knows that I love her. At first we made it every night but I don't want to bug her 'bout it, she just has a funny way of loving

"Such an awful, tragic night, though I've only done what's right. But even with my conscience clear, I can't help this flood of tears. I've got my eye

I'm feeling independent, I made it through another day, having a wonderful time. I haven't felt the sickness, I think I may have scared it away, looks

I want to fly this helicopter. And will it be enough? Me and my wings are very fragile. And is that what you want? And I'm so scared that I might crash

The ultra violet rays are washing over all the boys and girls As their moms lay tanning by the pool Oh look their dads are arriving home All the children