Ten In The Swear Jar - House Quake II

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There’s a call at tonight’s last hour
A bitter pill I’ve got to swallow
It unravels like an affair
Your only chance to feel again
Now the red has gone, all sorrow
A little tear, my broken neck
Impossible and hazy night
Impossible to leave my town
Didn’t I tell you all I’ve got to?
Didn’t I say that a love like ours wouldn’t last?
We’re all in school of work design, it’s a reason
The biography of my favorite alpha queen
I grew up in Los Angeles as a good incel
An answer to have lost being young
Didn’t I tell you all I’ve got to?
Didn’t the picture of the dream hit it at all?
Do you wonder if this is our last look?
Didn’t I say that a love like ours wouldn’t last?