The ribbon 'round your neck
Against your skin that's pale as bone. . .
It is my favourite thing you've worn
The band is playing our song
And we won't go home. . .'til morn.Beautiful songs, short and sweet, play on the spinning hypnotist cycle that circles the bar. I'm sorry. I know. I've hurt. Sometimes, I think I should play doctor. Mend the
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