That's how I remember home.
Through the back door.
And long for.
Our holiday in the Alps.
Mostly smoking.
Choking on the woozy afternoon.
And I've only had a few.
My darling.
You making our party list.
On the sofa.
We were strangers.
Before the night takes me.
Don't look at you...
And I've only had a few.
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