you don't mind 'cos I'm snow blind, I can't see a thing I'm snow blind, I don't wanna sing I'm snow blind, need a familiar face I'm snow blind, think
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if there is no tomorrow I could die here in your arms Even if the stars have made us blind We're blind, we're blind, so blind in love So blind in love
it's morning time Last night I wrote 3 rhymes, I woke up to see the sun shine If, God is my witness In scriptures and pictures The sun kiss scrumptious
's got a kiss, brings me down to my knees Over and over, I never get my fill And she might try to talk like she's pure as the snow She blushes a lot,
By rancid: The common man doesn't suffer pain like this Only the soul that has never been kissed Let us adore our beautiful son He's ridin' on the rivers
a white porsche with custom tags You'd like to chance it but you just don't know Cause your getten' blind from too much snow I hate you but I need
all 50/50 and it can only get better from here. Vegas- never-looked- this good. ...Twenty eight days in this steamhouse... Another scumbag suicide I'm wide eyed and snow blind
would live and toll on Yeah, I would never kiss your ass, I don't know where it's at The complete derelicts in my life, I'm being really nice I've gone blind
free I don't want no part in your next fix Someone needs to tell you this is it Hey listen you'll be missin' Out on all my love and my kissing
times Our hearts are breaking One more song to go These eyes are blind This is a pure thing These hands I kiss Tragic as anything These eyes are blind
Sex magik, sex magik Glorious euphoria is my must Erotic shock is a function of lust temporarily blind Dimensions to discover in time Each into the other, uncontrollable notes From her snow
What's this, your kiss Is as cold as fallen snow And your eyes cannot disguise That there's a secret in your soul Well, did you think that I Was born
I can't beat love I'll take the good with the bad The sweet with the sad I don't mind the ice and snow The tears of brine that make love go So kiss
You can hear your name Sand slides through the stranger's hand As he deals the game All the candles are burning low No more cradles and no more snow
Son spill grimmace If you had one more eye, you'd be a Cyclops Which explains missing the premise Bliss mimic, baptise, chastise, laugh die Kiss the
house for sometime now Readin' and writin' and readin' and thinkin' and searching for reasons and missing the seasons. The Autumn, the Spring, the Summer, the snow
This is the moment that we come alive This is the breath and this is the kiss No we're in Paris, in the ball gowns In the high heels, in the snow And
