18 de marzo de 2018

I am my mother's child, I'll love you 'til my breathing stops
I'll love you 'til you call the cops on me

But in our darkest hours, I stumbled on a secret power
I'll find a way to be without you, babe
I still feel you, now and then
Slow like pseudo-ephedrine
When you see me, will you say I've changed?

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