Ray LaMontagne – Empty
She lifts her skirt up to her knees
Walks through the garden rows
With her bare feet laughin’
I never learned to count my blessings
I choose instead to dwell in my disasters.
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She lifts her skirt up to her knees
Walks through the garden rows
With her bare feet laughin’
I never learned to count my blessings
I choose instead to dwell in my disasters.
Citiţi şi
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