For another Singer I love and little me will never Meet
Bruce...
'I got a bad desire.
I'm on fire.'
Are either of us
sleeping tonight?"
"oh, oh, oh,
I'm on fire."
Keep up, babe.
Keep up.
"Cut a sixth-inch
valley through
the edge of my soul.”
Oh, oh, oh,
come and join me.
I'm not familiar with
the Chinese New Year,
or burning horses.
One of us won't sleep
tonight.
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