IV - Nights
I've walked late
Thought greatly on what I need
A bottle of jacks, a round or two
Walking over to you
In the darkest nights
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I've walked late
Thought greatly on what I need
A bottle of jacks, a round or two
Walking over to you
In the darkest nights
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