Apr 2014
I don't want you anymore.*
The spark has died.
There is no more gas in the lighter
the car and even the grill.
Jack and Jill run up the hill
alone.
The spark has died.
There is no more gas in the lighter
the car and even the grill.
Jack and Jill run up the hill
alone.
(My Home Is Wherever I Go)
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