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your midas touch on the chevy door, november flush and your flannel cure - "this dorm was once a madhouse" I made a joke, "well it's made for me" - how evergreen, our group of friends, don't think we'll say that word again, and soon they'll have the nerve to deck the halls that we once walked through - one for the money, two for the show, I never was ready so I watched you go - sometimes you just don't know the answer till someone's on their knees and asks you - "she would have made such a lovely bride, what a shame she's f-ked in the head," they said --- champagne problems

"i dont like a gold rush, gold rush"

"my house of stone, your ivy grows, and now im covered in you."

"we could call it even, you could call me 'babe' for the weekend. 'tis the damn season."