No tears whatsoever
Nothing will be better
No one calls, no girl,
missing one big soul.
From now on I wish
I were a crying fish.
I should let her in,
And take over everything.
Nothing will be better
No one calls, no girl,
missing one big soul.
From now on I wish
I were a crying fish.
I should let her in,
And take over everything.
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