Sonata
Trickling away
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You're so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer
You were sorta punk rock
I grew up on hip hop
But you fit me better than my favorite sweater, and I know
That love is mean, and love hurts
But I still remember that day we met in December
You're so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer
You were sorta punk rock
I grew up on hip hop
But you fit me better than my favorite sweater, and I know
That love is mean, and love hurts
But I still remember that day we met in December