Letras:
Nickel Creek Speak

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my doll-faced crown. There in the way was a mountain of inner clouds. Well, I can't sleep and I'm not in love. Well, I can't speak without messing up

better listen well. some old lady in a church, got a nickel in her purse. You were rich, she was poor. You dropped some fifties on the floor. She dropped her nickel

I write Fills the room and my head starts to sway. Might be for her but for now it's between green and grey." "I want you to love me," he whispers, unable to speak

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Az the Vizuiliza Till the death of this, murderous moves persue effortless Ice neckalce, high priced dressed executives Peep the grammer, flim built strong stamina Forty-four nickel