carpet ride
Its ok just another day When it hits me I'm no longer cold See the blind man? Well he's listening to us too, walking down the line At a crossroads... I was caught in my feels with danger on my heels Divine Providence Desert birds with broken wings Feathered halos and scorpion stings and thunder So here we are New and unfettered Tell me lies, well you're lying in it too. Love unconditional Lust propositioned
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