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Van Cleef Continental 8 Shots 8 Failures

The way you want to hold me is unfair The way you try to stop and fix it when there?s nothing left to fix again And if I was the one to be unkind Anyway

My fears are crawling I can feel 'em breathin' on my radio deck And help is needed, don't wanna go out before it's summer I'm under suspect by myself

Light of the summer heave Take your planes and bring them to the sky While I'm waiting here People can't seem to look'n'like my shoes Worn out Like a

You don?t know who you are You go to the beach you rent a car You stay in bed the whole day, when you have lunch with me again You don?t know how far