Summer night
Brooklyn lights
Where the cowboys drink their beers until the morning time
Morning time
Drank too much, Cupid’s touch
Tell me all the things you wanna be
In 20 years, 30 years, or more
Mend my trust
Miss your touch
But I know it’s not forever
Who’s to tell the time, set the line
It’s pretend, you’re pretend
Could I have it all so good like this ever again
You’re the best
Out of the way and into your room
Tell me the things I couldn’t assume
Planting the seed and waiting to bloom
Sharp like a knife but leaves no wound
I love the way you play with your hair
I fell in love with the city air
I lost touch with friends back home
Love for them is something they know
Katie takes the knife
For the people who wronged her
She never took the time
For the people who loved her
True crime
True crime
True crime
True crime
True crime
True crime
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