I got up. And made it through the day. I thought of. What I want to say. I know I. Will lie to try. Just to win you back. So you'll cry. When I hurt you back.
These are Los Angeles Times. She is black and white. She is New York Times. With all its torn up streets. In a fashion magazine. . Beautiful beautiful times.
She's got a friend. She's got a broken heart. Lying in bed. Waiting for life to start. . She's got a friend. She's got a Beatles song, oh yeah. She played it.