Angela Tayson: I Feel Desperate Without You

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Angela Tayson: I Feel Desperate Without You

Wet morning, soaked leaves, crystal skythe greasy plate the fried eggs, your pillow thereSunday, bohemian, it was just you and meAnd you who leave, just at the best moment you come and leaveand here I am, broken, damaged, a little desperate

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