If only, I could run away with this person I love, to the edge of the earth, builid a wooden house, if only beer wouldn't burn your stomach, and if only vodka could be our blanket in the winter, who would not steal them? if, I could make LSD or form MDMA and just swing away in acoustic music, in a breezy, wooden room, with only this person I love, who would wanna miss that? If, I could grow marijuana in my backyard, and harvest it with this person I love, who would want to refuse that? If only, these bad thoughts were good... I don't know where else I would be.
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