Without You I'm Nothing
Strange infatuation seems to grace the evening tide such imagination seems to help the feeling slide. Instant correlation sucks and breeds a pack of lies, oversaturation curls the skin and tans the hide. I'll take it by your side.
You're unclean, a libertine and every time you vent your spleen I seem to lose the power of speech you're slipping slowly from my reach you grow me like an evergreen you've never seen the lonely me at all. So take the plan and spin it sideways 'coz without you I'm nothing at all.
You're unclean, a libertine and every time you vent your spleen I seem to lose the power of speech you're slipping slowly from my reach you grow me like an evergreen you've never seen the lonely me at all. So take the plan and spin it sideways 'coz without you I'm nothing at all.
...Quoth Zaid, nevermore.
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