We used to live in a place called FACTORYTOWN. One word. No breathing inbetween.
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Into the city, I run.
Women don't love, they just try to be fair,
And the ladies will pick you apart:
It's the girls that you need
With their tangible hearts
Who'll run to you, no matter where.
Into the city, I run.
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