Gabin

There in a bot on a shell in it a region no fray
Her ass so big glue and bright sweet in the sun
He says a lot to himself “why did i talk sweet always”
With all those other things i play to forget
Show me a picture can last, but half time
Made those flash,
From the day there in the sun,
Until you’re sayin’ goodbye.
the all jets in
those lost and found
those things that fell from heart gets to the ground
the first of end
the pratical
waiting till the world to play him come back to land
guitar+ voice choir
She says take him you think i,
I was the last one to know
I could see one was to come
Lonely for you…..
I still remember that day with so much left to say