|I'm kind of hoping you'll have tea with me.
And tills hold choices in such high esteem.
And I'm hoping coffee is a scoreless game.
And no fans will jump or cheer our names.
|An old mining tunnel is like life.
Unresistible with the urge to enter.
Danger as the season's offer.
Same as the mean we lent her.
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