Sweetness, sweetness never suits me, when I get up to take you home
Maybe it's love, love at first slightly drunk
Now I'm walking with the sun in my mouth
Worry, worry is a well, going to let it fall tonight, from where we stand
What can't be decided
In the morning it will bring itself to you
I can see what's coming, but I'm not saying it
Sickness, weakness at the thought, of how you're going to play
How long should I stay?
Promises, promises never cease to assist it, now I'm back on my back
walking
tonight
trust
sweetness
worry
suits
stand
slightly
sickness
saying
always
choose
mouth
coming
going
weakness
itself
thinking
morning
should
cease
deceive
drunk
assist
decided
believe
maybe
bring
words
please
promises
first
where
thought
hurry
leave
middle
never
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