Julia Brown - 5/21/11 Тексты

May twenty first
It was all going to end that year
They said it on tv
You came over to my house
We stayed in bed until five

When you left you kissed me by your car
How I wish it had ended then
Things wouldn't have gone how they did
Everything would have grown cold
We both would have turned into dust
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