Florist
Florist — 1914 (текст и слова песни)
grab me by my shoulder blades and hang me out to dry i’m a mess and i need someone to help me out with thateyes just like a skyline even when they’re wet and the window is foggy and the window has a tinta bed of flowers stacks of wood and a notea farewell letter […]
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