|So close that your hand on my chest is my hand;||So close that your eyes close as I fall asleep|
I saved up all my sunshine just to see you more clear
Can't wait to move to the city
Is probably addicted.
Likes flowers and other girly whatsits.
Likes backhoes and steam rollers and other manly whatsits.
Entirely dependant on words.
Also entirely dependant on sounds.
Thusly dependant on beautiful lyrics.
Likes good company.
Loves her big gay band.
Loves photos of her big gay band.
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