I won't wish for kids
Cuz I will break like glass
And I wish I'd win to 6099 charts
I can find diamonds on a Saturday
In a pot hole or down the backstreets of Los Angeles
And my stomach aches with jokes and jealousy
And I wake at three
I wish you were next to me
And it multiplies
And I've seen six years
Of these time bombs and let-it-go fears
It's my sin
I'm into him
I am into him
If I knew I was sinning it would happen again
It's happening again
Are you a poet too
Or someone who wants it through?
We'll take me down and down and down into a sweet rose
Oh the fall in St Augustine
Three days once a year of green
I pass the fruit stands
And idle cars
I can find diamonds on a Saturday
In a pot hole or down the backstreets of Los Angeles
It's my sin
I'm into him
I am into him
If I knew I was sinning it would happen again
It's happening again
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