Days of days of days
Like beads on a string
I’d like to pass through the eye of a needle
Some boys can only save you
From themselves
Because fearlessness isn’t a home
Unless you come inside
Days of days of days
Like beads on a string
I’d like to pass through the eye of a needle
Some boys can only save you
From themselves
Because fearlessness isn’t a home
Unless you come inside
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