red.dahlia: toddler grip
red.dahlia: ferris.
red.dahlia: 6|52: and i'm just waiting till the shine wears off.
red.dahlia: 4|52: masquerade, paper faces on parade.
red.dahlia: 2|52: I still owe money to the money to the money I owe.
red.dahlia: A love story in the Big Easy.
red.dahlia: winter is coming.
red.dahlia: if everything could ever feel this real forever.
red.dahlia: Day 1
red.dahlia: how quick the sun can drop away.
red.dahlia: Hey you, what do you see? Something beautiful, something free?
red.dahlia: cause I'm walkin down this road alone.
red.dahlia: the bike shop.
red.dahlia: she said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis.
red.dahlia: i watch the sun roll down the Pacific.
red.dahlia: A cat named Mouse.
red.dahlia: 'scuse me while i kiss the sky.
red.dahlia: whispers.
red.dahlia: aces and eights.