koushikibleu:
I’ll open a bottle up, pour a little bit out in your memory I’ll be at the wake dressed in all black I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back Cause baby you’re dead to me.
I’ll open a bottle up, pour a little bit out in your memory I’ll be at the wake dressed in all black I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back
Cause baby you’re dead to me.
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