can I tell to you the beauty of a thing being easy?
not if you know and feel that it isn't
can I tell you the beauty of our two things being the same as we speak and different?
not if you have any respect for a deserving smack in the gob.
And when you don't I get away with murder
In words alone and you
Have lost me.
not if you know and feel that it isn't
can I tell you the beauty of our two things being the same as we speak and different?
not if you have any respect for a deserving smack in the gob.
And when you don't I get away with murder
In words alone and you
Have lost me.
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