If I could write, I'd tell you how much I miss these nightsWhere we dig around the bones, try to find peace and patches for the holes
I lit a cigarette on a parking meter
Corner boys told her how I was dying to meet her
Like a prayer I said, on a dead man's knee
You drove up like a parade
(The gaslight anthem- Old white licoln)
I lit a cigarette on a parking meter
Corner boys told her how I was dying to meet her
Like a prayer I said, on a dead man's knee
You drove up like a parade
(The gaslight anthem- Old white licoln)
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