Robert’s got a quick handHe’ll look around the room, he won’t tell you his planHe’s got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth he’s a cowboy kidYeah he found a six shooter gunIn his dads closet hidden in a box of fun things, and I don’t even know whatBut...
Lire la suitewith nothing to do you'd waste awayobscured in exilethey've witnessed the timesyou've gone astraywhose fault, now you're thinking... ahhhhh…there's nothing to provesnapshot from the crowdto the shore baby… and it feels nowjust like heaven's coming down...
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