Atlas #2 • lost and insecure, you found me, lying on the floor, surrounded. Why’d you have to wait ? Where were you ? Just a little late, you found me
Finnley • I know this little chapel on the boulevard we can go, no one will know, oh come on girl, who cares if we're trashed, got a pocket full of cash we can blow, shots of patron and it's on girl
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