Hot Girl そばにいてよね今日は
帰らなくてもいいよ　Babe
これから先もずっと
Change mind 怖くても俺はStay High
涙で洗うMy Heart yeah
弱すぎてI'm sorry I'm sorry

明日まで生きていられるかな
神様ねえ　何が正しいんだ
君のため歌う　それしかない
それが僕のために一番だよ

Hot girl そばにいてよね今日は
帰らなくてもいいよ　Baby
これから先もずっと

何度繰り返せど　変化のない
何気ない日常　それを変えた
君の心、笑顔
もう無くさないよ

I'm with you every time
All my songs for you
No one take your place
Oh I love you
壊れてる心も癒えるほど包まれてる

Hot girl そばにいてよね今日は
帰らないで欲しいな　Babe

Funny U

Tok10 - Hot Girl (Official Audio).mp3

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Gerardparman   Utopia.feat. NF Zessho (Dir .by BASIL)

Somewhere in Crosskeys,
it’s always raining a little.
Even when the clouds clear —
you can still feel the puddles.

Beat in the rain on the café glass,
sugar cubes slow in a tilted flask.
Dad said: “Storms don’t shout, love —
they hum when they miss someone.”
Eira drawing cats on my bus pass,
Pete teaching ghosts how to make tea,
and me?
I just listened to the gutters sing —
tried to write them down
on old receipts,
like a hymn for the hilltops.

Oh Isca, hold me in your hand
Like rain in the blue
Maybe I’ll come home again

Found a pot I made — college clay,
cracked on the bottom, still beautiful.
It held thyme once, and tears twice.
Mum used to hum as she stirred —
but I don’t know the song.
Peter laughed like a kettle
about to boil but never quite did.
He knew the names of hills,
and I knew the shape of his sleeve.

"Det finns minnen i leran."
The rain carries names.
And sometimes, I hear them.

Oh Isca, quiet welcome
toy of the rain
when the world turns back again

We made fish from foil in year four,
called it gold and fed it hope.
Rainy breaktimes were spells —
run three laps and wish she’s still proud.
Even now,
I sit by the window with a mug too big,
pretending someone else’s shoulder
is pressed against mine.
It helps.
So does remembering how
even silence wore dad’s jumper.

Dear you,
If I don’t speak for years,
know it’s not forgetting.
It’s listening.

There’s a bench on the canal,
says: “To Tom, who loved.”
That’s enough, innit?
To be remembered for loving
on a Tuesday at 3
when the mist’s still stubborn.
And if you walk past,
and there’s steam on the window —
that’s me.
Saying:
“Thanks for looking back.”

Risca isn’t a place.
It’s the echo of a hug you forgot to finish.
I’m still in it.
You can still find me there.
Under the kettle’s hum.

Tok10 - Hot Girl (Official Audio).mp3

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