pasar y llevas en tu alma las vigidad pureza por eso es tu belleza de mistico canto perfume de gardenias tiene tu boca perfume de gardenias perfume
: Every day's a holiday in Mr. Moody's Garden Where little girls say pardon and how do You do my name is Nosey And this is me sister really (really)
badly they treated you Could it not be you lied Let's not go down that road you read about Let's keep all we disclose Between you me and the garden post
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: In Santa Monica, in the winter time, The lazy streets so undemanding I walk into the crowd In Santa Monica, you get your coffee from The coolest
energy Until it reached the Banished Ones Who just wanted this love 2 cease They now fallen in2 The Resistor's dream And they built a Digital Garden
Every day's a holiday in Mr. Moody's Garden Where little girls say pardon and how do You do my name is Nosey And this is me sister really (really) Good
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Always waking on the right side, on the right side but the wrong bed always thinking about the come down, better come now or you'll end up dead everything
Now noises don?t scare me, I nearly don?t hear them at all. Some footsteps from the court-yard. Are such steps there for me? It?s just a little murder
In Santa Monica, in the winter time, The lazy streets so undemanding I walk into the crowd In Santa Monica, you get your coffee from The coolest
: You're number eight. Your name is Jane, with black hair, braids, and black lines around your eyes. Shades to hide your habit. I don't know your age