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Welcome to Ashfield Place.

-Now, I'm Samira.
-And that's Miles.

We really went from city loft
to lawn so fast.

We did everything so fast.

How long has that house
been empty?

Twenty years, give or take.

-This is a cul-de-sac.
-People are weird.

You've been
keeping tabs on us

through the window,
Jimmy Stewart?

Which one of us is the murderer?

Your face.

What's the deal
with that Victorian house?

A family lived there.

-They had a daughter who...
-Died.

-Maybe even...
-Murdered.

She also keeps
asking questions

about the house
across the street.

Do you have
a periodical section?

I'm afraid
that March volume

has been checked out.

It was an all-cash deal.

Uh-uh. Those are
for the new neighbor.

I just wanna know
what his deal is, don't you?

-Hands where I could see 'em.
-What's happening?

We got a call about a trespasser

at the old Grant house.

-This is lunacy.
-I think we should stay.

There's space in the community

and our family's not gonna be

run out by some racist,

brownie-hating prick.

Goodnight, Alison.

I still wanna be Samira too.

Uh...

Miles? Miles?

Oh, Miles.

Miles! Miles!

Ah!

Oh.

Miles!

Miles.

Oh. Oh.

Oh. Oh.

I'm coming, Miles.

Ow.

Miles. No.

Hello, neighbor.

No.

No.

Hey. Hey.

It's okay. You're safe.

I had a bad dream.

Shoo. Shoo.

Shoo. Shoo.

Huh. Okay.

Agnes' dog took a dump
on Lynn's lawn again.

Please, honey.

That man still hasn't
touched my brownies.

-You okay, Miles?
-Oh, yeah?

He's too busy being a racist

than putting up
no trespassing signs

that point directly
at your house.

Please don't get obsessed.

-I'm not.
-Can you blame her?

-The guy called the cops on her.
-Thank you.

Okay. We need to take
these down.

We should keep our distance.

He does his thing. We do ours.

We live across the street
from this weird prick.

Let's just leave it at that.

I love the lobster dicks.

Absolutely not.

-No. Yeah.
-The dicks have gotta go.

But why would he move
into a murder house?

-It's not a murder house.
-No one got murdered there.

Seriously, don't believe
those stupid stories

about her parents killing her

and burying her in the basement.

It's so ridiculous.

Who said that?

-What?
-Naveen.

-What's the story?
-There's no story.

-You just referred to a story.
-I know, but it's not...

Do you think
there's truth to the story?

I don't think so.

-You don't think so?
-You don't know so?

Uh, I...

Where there's smoke,
there's fire

and it's burnin'.

Oh, there is no smoke
'cause there's no fire

and there's no burning
'cause it's nonsense.

It's a small town myth,
nothing more.

You're a good fucking lawyer,
you know that?

-You bet I do.
-And you're an idiot.

We gotta go.

What just happened to me?

I love you

and I love you too, little man.

Make sure your mama
doesn't get in trouble

while I'm gone, okay?

Bye. I hate leaving you
alone all day.

Exactly.

I can't stop thinking
about the other night.

It's horrible seeing Samira
that scared, seeing Danny.

Oh, I fucking hate that guy.

Why is it always like
the biggest douchebag

in high school that grows up
to be a cop?

Always. Fuck that guy.

Fuck that guy.

You know, he still calls me
Naveen the Peen

every time I run into him.

I mean, it does have quite
a nice ring to it.

But you've got Quidditch Bitch
which became...

-Benedict Cumberbitch.
-Benedict Cumberbitch, yeah.

He was quite creative.

I was an easy target.

Forgive me for not asking you
this, like, decades ago.

How did you deal
with all of that,

you know, being one of the few
non-White kids in our class?

I wouldn't have survived
if I held on to everything

that was ever said about me
or done to me.

You're raising a Black son, man.

You kind of realize
this shit goes way further

than anything else.

People are assholes everywhere.

-Dannys Dannys everywhere.
-Uh-hmm.

Look, dwelling is not
gonna get you anywhere.

New plan.
You gotta do what Brits do.

Bottle it up and bury it deep
into the crevices of your soul.

I don't wanna do that, mate.

Not with Samira and Miles.

It's not healthy.

Or at least that's what Samira's
therapist told her to tell me.

Do I need therapy?

Oh. I mean, extensive.

Okay. You're here
and you're committing.

You gotta re-frame
and put down roots.

Let this go and move on
for Miles...

for all of you.

Thanks, Naveen the Peen.

You're welcome,
Benedict Cumberbitch.

It's my neighbor.

Don't you make a move.

I'll be right back, Miles.

Be right back.

May I help you?

-I'm Samira.
-I live across the street.

Gary Lawson. Pleasure.

And I want to introduce myself

so there are no more
misunderstandings.

I'm not sure I'm understanding
the misunderstandings.

You told the cops
that you saw a Black person

trespassing on your property
the other day.

-That's what you said, right?
-I'm sorry.

I had... I had no idea
that was you.

-Well, now you know.
-Yeah.

The house has been
sitting vacant.

So, I figured anyone
coming around

must be a squatter or a vagrant.

-Well, I'm a litigator.
-Oh, well, look at that.

You know what they say
when you assume?

You're an asshole.

Something like that, yeah.

Just so you know...

it wasn't a race thing.

It's usually a race thing.

I assure you...

Never mind.

You know what?

I'm not big on sweets.

No problem.

Doing some gardening?

I'm renovating.

House needs a lot of work.

But it has good bones.

Your phone seems to be crying.

Excuse me.

Bye, neighbor.

Somethin' not right
about that man.

Remember what I say, Miles,
believe women. Okay?

We have instincts,
gut, maternal,

killer, basic instincts.

Rob? Oh, my goodness.

I thought I locked the door.

Nobody locks their doors
around here, honey.

We do. We're lockers.

What the hell
happened out there?

♪ I know you're not... ♪

It was the smugness
that pissed me off.

I mean, there was no remorse
in his voice, zero.

Not an ounce.

Wow, you are a natural.

Oh, it's all muscle memory.

I was always good with babies.

Older kids, not so much.

And teenagers, forget about it.

They wake up one day
and just decide to hate you.

My kids and I fought so much.

I'm surprised
they never ran away.

But they adored Marty.

Everybody did.

I wish I got a chance
to meet him.

Me too, sweetie.

Thank you. I didn't know
how much I needed the company.

I assume Bev Fisher
offers minimal help?

Warmth is not exactly her style.

She's very British.

When we're in the hospital,
she and Don came.

You know, they gave Miles
a stuffed rabbit

and told us that they were
going on a cruise forever.

Small favors.

It's definitely a huge favor

that they gave us
this house, but...

-Yeah.
-that's how they show love,

through grand gestures
and minimal emotion.

But I'm really glad that Rob
didn't turn out that way.

You need your village...

and I'm gonna tell them
to bring food.

Usually,
you have to wait 24 hours

to give one this size,

but I am a Hinkley hero's hero.

It's part of their
loyalty program.

Loyalty?

That's what I'm talkin' about.

-Hinkley Hills is like...
-Thanks.

A community,
you know, people care.

They watch out for each other.

Or just watch each other.

A street light'll go out,
it's fixed right away.

There's a pothole,
it's filled overnight magically.

It's like military precision.

-Hmm.
-It's...

it's like Disneyland.

Or Singapore,

which I guess is
kind of like Disneyland

but with corporal punishment.

Todd, clearly, you have never

gotten in real trouble
at Disneyland.

-It's no joke, Todd.
-Okay.

And it is the safest town
in America.

Is it? Do you actually trust
the burger place

that claims they have
the best burger in the country?

Well, yes.

-Oh, don't move.
-I'll get it.

Okay. Thanks, Lynn.

-Oh, God.
-Who is it?

The evil overlord.

Mickey?

-Agnes.
-Lynn.

-Hi, Agnes.
-Hello.

-Hi.
-Hello. Oh, my goodness.

Looks like a party.

Are you going to arrest us
for having a nice time?

Oh, I would offer you something

but, uh, there isn't enough.

-Samira, dear.
-Samira.

I got a call from my very,
very dear friend,

your mother-in-law,
who gave me the welcome news

-that you and Robert and Milo...
-Miles.

Decided to make Hinkley Hills

your permanent home.

So, as president
of the Hinkley Hills.

Homeowners Association,

it's incumbent upon me
to tell you...

-that we're thrilled.
-Oh.

And you are very,
very welcome here.

-Well, thank you so much.
-And to give you your

official HOA handbook...

-Okay.
-helpful hints,

bylaws about the way we like
to do things around here.

Okay.

Everything is right in there.

Think of it as your new Bible.

If you don't,
fury will reign down

upon the heads
of the unbelieving.

If you're referring to
the dispute of April 24th, Lynn,

proper trash disposal
and containment

is essential in neighborhoods

with wild land
and urban interface.

We are not looking to lure
any unwanted creatures...

-Like yourself.
-let alone

their attendant pathogens

into our environment.

The next global pandemic

is not starting on my block.

I'll leave you to it.

-Yes, ma'am.
-Thank you, ma'am.

I'm sorry. I just really respond
to her leadership style.

If I was a little older.

Oh, Todd.

So then Agnes shows up,

like she's watching
the whole thing.

She probably was.

She's watching all of the time.

Honestly,
you leave your bins out

for more than a day
she's on to you.

She's so annoying.

She's get me in so much trouble
when I was a teenager

with my mom, full nerd.

-Why?
-Weren't you like a nerd?

Babe, I was not a nerd.

-I was getting in trouble...
-Oh.

-All of the time.
-Okay. For what?

Crashing through hedges,

getting lit on hot lemonade
in the woods.

I hate to break it to you
but you married a bad boy.

-Come on.
-White boys would act too.

-What do you think here?
-Little Boy Blu?

-Hmm.
-Bit on the nose for a nursery?

Yeah.

Slate, Eau-de-Nil, masculine,

but without an agenda?

Hmm, not feeling it.

Kind of Blue, that's nice.

-Miles Davis.
-Miles Davis.

-Gotta be that, right?
-It's perfect.

This is great.

Nesting, focusing on our future.

Oh, I also met
the new neighbor today.

-Oh, God.
-Yeah.

What was the asshole doing?

So I just...

What?

Shit, shit, shit.

Hello, neighbors.

Hi.

Have a good night.

Enjoy your nesting.

Yup. He definitely heard us.

Did you see his cart?

Axe, lighter fluid, quicklime,
the hell?

That's a cart full of murder
right there.

Good night brush.

Good night nobody.

Good night mush.

And good night to the old lady
whispering "hush."

I never understood
who "she" was.

I was always worried she was
meant to symbolized death.

Rob.

Sorry.

Good night stars.

Good night air.

Good night noises everywhere.

-We did it.
-Yeah.

Are you tearing up?

I just hate goodbyes.

You know,
I think I'm getting used

to this suburban silence.

But you know what
I'm not getting used to?

The decorations.

What? You don't like
decorative plates

on every wall?

-It's the pelicans.
-They're scaring me.

Am I in a house or a swamp?

Moms and animal knickknacks,
it's insane.

You give them one
and then you blink, and bam,

pelicans everywhere.

I can't wait for this little guy

to have his own room.

So we can draw him back down
and get into it.

Shh.

So...

Rob.

What's your deal?

Well, as you can see,
most of my childcare experience

is directly related
to early infancy.

I know baby CPR, baby swim,
and all baby games.

I'm almost too good at peekaboo.

Yeah, wow.

Uh, it's just very impressive.

If you're concerned
about my age, my references...

No, it's not your age.

It's just...

It's hard to accept help.

I get it, Mr. and Mrs. Fisher.

It's fine. You can call us
Rob and Samira.

Okay.

Rob and Samira,

nobody can be you but you.

But rest assured, I am an
excellent mother's helper.

I can help you run errands

and I'll just be an extra
set of arms and ears

so you can sit down
sometimes, relax,

and take a shower if you need.

-You're hired.
-When can you start?

Thank you.

Oh, and feel free to reach out
to any of my references

for due diligence.

-Michelle Obama?
-Michelle Obama?

You need help with it?
Oh, wow.

-No, I got it.
-A pro.

Is that who I think it is?

-Oh, no. Uh-uh.
-What's happening?

It's Samira, right?

Sorry. I must sound like
a total stalker. I'm Lauren.

My parents live across
the street from you,

the Festersons?

Agnes and Bill?
And I went to school with Rob.

God, like a million years ago.

We are actually dinosaurs,
it's disgusting.

But it is so...

so nice to meet you?

So nice to meet you too?

Oh, no. Oh, no.

Who is this little lady killer?

That's Miles.

But we are trying to stop him

from killing so many women.

Oh, you're funny.

I love funny.

Is your daughter as funny
as you are?

Well, I appreciate
the suggestion

that I resemble Samira
in any way,

but actually she's my client.

Rory. We've met.

-Ainsley and I are both scouts.
-Oh.

She's the one that beats me
on cookie sells every year.

I beat everyone, not just you.

I'm very driven.

I wish Ains had
some of that drive

especially on our application
to Hinkley Academy.

Oh, I'm applying there too.

We just came
from Core Principles

and they do not hold back.

I'm so glad
we finally got one here.

You should come with me
some time.

Oh, um, I haven't gotten back
to working out.

The dreaded fourth trimester.

Have you at least made it
to Drinkley's?

-It's a resto-bar.
-I don't get out much.

Ah, you must.

Drinkley's allows kids.
Thank God.

Mommy can't cope
without her gin.

Mommy loves her cocktails.

No, I don't. No, I don't.

Yes, I do. Yes, I do.

Let's do a bump.

Oh.

♪ Bam, bam, bappity, ♪
♪ Bam, bam, bam ♪

And, ah, I got you.

We should double date sometime.

You, me, Rob,

my husband Danny,
one of Hinkley Hills' finest.

Officer Daniels is your husband?

Aren't small towns
just the best?

We'll text.

-Are they always like that?
-Always.

-Ready to go?
-Yeah.

We got to stop one more place.

Judy, you look lovely as ever.

Are those new earrings
or you just

look prettier after lunch?

I don't know how
to answer that.

Well, I need the regimen.

Anyway, can I take a look

at those Hinkley Hills Heralds
we were talking about

-the other day from March 2005?
-No, I'm sorry,

they're still not back.

I can tell you,
they are officially...

-overdue.
-Overdue?

That sounds like a disrespect

to the whole library system.

-Who would have done that?
-I've already said too much...

Confidentiality code.

Okay. Hardcore like HIPAA.
I see you.

I guess I'll just have
to come back.

Oh, no, I married fedora guy.

-Recovering fedora guy.
-Uh-hmm.

Will you still love me
if I relapse?

-I sure won't.
-Hey, just kidding.

Babe, are you sure
you don't want me to take Miles

with me to wine night?
It's very baby-friendly.

I've got Miles on the monitor.

I'm a man who can multitask.

You're so cute.

Oh, my God.

You guys need to get a room.

I'm this close
to confiscating his key.

I'm here to help clear.

-Yeah. Okay.
-Well, you guys have fun,

but don't get too lit
and forget we had a baby.

Check this out.

I made us a nostalgia playlist.

♪ ...still a hater ♪
♪ Elevator to the top ♪

♪ Hah, see you later ♪

♪ I'm gone, penthouse suite, ♪
♪ Penthouse freaks ♪

♪ In-house beach ♪
♪ French comtesse, ♪

-♪ 10 thou' piece... ♪
-Dude,

I love being able
to just pop over like this.

I still cannot believe

that you and Megan bought
the house next to my parents.

-It's quite "Baby Reindeer."
-I told you,

it's because Megan fell in love

with the open floor plan
and natural light,

and not because I worship
the altar of Don Fisher,

which I absolutely do.

Doesn't it feel good
to Marie Kondo everything, man?

I'm really leaning
into the whole minimalist look.

Because Megan took everything?

Yeah.

But now, I can moonwalk

from any point in my house
to another point in my house

without hitting anything,

so that's, uh, a silver lining.

Can you believe this?

It's insane. How did I get here?

Physically or spiritually?

I'm turning my childhood bedroom

into a nursery for my son.

I have a son.

I always thought

that I'd beat you
to having kids but...

I never fucking beat you
at anything.

Hey, you beat me
to getting married...

-Hmm.
-and then divorced.

And having a mustache.

Look at that guy.

-Oh, so wispy.
-So wispy.

I feel like
my upper lip is pixelated.

Puberty was not kind.

You didn't tell me
to shave that?

I think you would have needed
to shave a strong sneeze

and that thing would've gone.

Alison is not in here.

Are you surprised?

No, I...

I just...

What?

Everyone wanted to pretend
like she was never even there.

She probably just
didn't show up for picture day.

-Okay. Walk with me on this one.
-The Hokas are on.

Gary Wilson,
retired doctor, bought

what is effectively
a rotting house

filled with ghost and secrets.

According to insiders,
there's a rumor

that Alison Grants' parents
killed her

and buried her in the basement.

And then when I confronted Gary,

he said that his house
had "good bones."

-Who says that?
-Real estate agents,

architectural preservationist.

Dogs, if they could speak.

Not the way he said it.

-How did he say it?
-Smirkingly.

-Exhibit B.
-What was Exhibit A again?

Oh, it's the thing
about the bones.

Exhibit B, Rob and I saw Gary
at the hardware store buying

what could
conceivably be described

as a cart full of murder.

Axes, lighter fluid,
and vinyl gloves,

which is shady as fuck.

Exhibit C,
I had a paralegal at my firm

pull the records
on the house and apparently,

it was sold to a trust.

Yeah, that's right. That means
that whoever this guy is,

he's trying to hide
his identity.

Gary Wilson might not even be
his real name,

which leads me to two
equally ineffable conclusions.

If Gary bought this house
because he's a murder enthusiast

obsessed with the promise
of a dead girl's bones

or...

he murdered Alison Grant
20 years ago

and had to come back
to Hinkley Hills to bask

in the sick glory

of having gotten away with it.

Yes. And he could strike again.

Well, ma'am, thank you, ma'am.

-I rest my case.
-Holy shit.

Yeah, I don't think
that makes sense.

I agree that Gary
is a certified asshole

but, uh, I mean, a murderer?

-It's...
-I mean, you know me.

I will fully climb on
to that conspiracy train.

I mean, strap myself in,
give me some snacks.

-Thank you, Dana.
-I got you, girl.

I trust my gut,

and my gut is screaming.

Now that you mention it,
I did see him in the woods

at night and it was a bit odd.

-If Todd says it's odd...
-Say more.

-How are there more fedoras?
-I completely forgot

how horrible magazines were

about women's weights
back in the day.

Check this out.

"How to get a summer bikini body

in 14 days."

14 days?

No wonder they all went psycho.

Anything fun in there?

Um, just junk, old CDs.

Old CDs? Yo.

You think you got
some of my old mixes?

I would love to crawl
under the soul

- of early
-Naveen.

What's in there?

-Nothing.
-You're shrugging.

I know you're being shady
when you're shrugging.

No, dude.

It's her phone.

Why the fuck
do you still have her phone?

I didn't know
what else to do with it.

You gotta get rid of it.

-Get rid of it.
-Okay. I will.

Couldn't really tell
what he was doing.

I had to give him space
because I was nude.

-In the woods? Go on.
-I was moon bathing.

-Oh, I love you, Todd.
-You're such a fucking freak

and I don't want you
to ever change.

Say more about Gary.

Uh, he was digging a hole.

-How big?
-Hard to say.

I mean, not big but not small.

Person-sized?

Yeah. Could be.

Does anyone smell that?

Is that smoke?

I don't smell anything.

Am I having a stroke?

Other way around.

-Oh, that's a whole ass...
-Fire!

There's fire.

Yes, we have a fire
in the woods, Ashfield Place.

It's over by Ashfield Street
near Ashfield Crossing.

When can you get here?

I don't know, ma'am.

What do you mean you don't know?

Come on, we need urgency, man.

Jesus.

-Lynn, get some flashlights.
-On it.

-Okay.
-We're gonna have to go in.

Wait, wait, shouldn't we wait
for the fire trucks,

let the professionals
handle this?

We're gonna watch
our houses burn down.

So you're suggesting for us
to go towards the danger?

Yeah, it's the only way
and I'm trained

in this situation,
so follow my lead. Let's go.

Here you go.

What's she doing?

-I don't know.
-Is she okay?

No, she's drunk.

It's further than I thought.

And what's the plan exactly?

What's wrong?

-Uh, yeah.
-Damn trick knees.

It just went out.

-Trick knee? Since when?
-Yeah.

Go ahead in front of me.

And I'll flank the rear.

-Go ahead.
-You'll what the rear?

-She's gonna flank it.
-Oh.

-What the hell?
-You okay?

Yeah, I'm good.

Is that Gary?

Mr. Party Pants.

-What are you doing?
-I'm simply enjoying

a bonfire on my property,
which you can't seem

to stay off of, can you?

A fire like this,

-it's a little reckless.
-Hmm.

Much like
the mother of a newborn

traipsing around the woods
at night.

How dare you.

You think you know

what it's like
to be a new mother?

Mr. Wilson,

an open flame in this tinder box
with a wind forecast

for tonight, are you mad?

This is a clear violation

-of handbook code 281.
-That's right.

-Right there on paragraph five.
-Oh, yes,

which goes on to state
in paragraph six

that a fire pit
is permitted as long as it sits

at least 10 feet away

from a neighboring
property line.

He's right.

Please let me know
when you expect

to begin your renovations.

With historical properties
like Hinckley House,

you need to submit your plans
to the HOA Landmark Committee

-for approval.
-I'll have everything in order.

I'll give a heads up
to the local inspector.

He's a family friend.

Paragraph five.

Bev told me you were a lawyer.

Goodnight, neighbors.

I do hope I won't have
to make any more calls.

Enjoying my bonfire, my ass.

First I'm trespassing,
now I'm traipsing.

Hey. How was wine night?

-Great. Uneventful.
-Where's Miles?

Uh, I just put him down.

-Why do you smell of smoke?
-Oh, uh, Gary built a fire pit.

Gary was hanging out
on wine night?

-No, he was in the woods.
-What happened?

-There was a little quibble.
-How little of a quibble?

You know, words were said,
things got a little heated.

-Babe.
-It's not like

-we're gonna be best friends.
-No shit.

Don't you think we should know
what he's up to?

Well, isn't it obvious?

I mean, that's why he was buying
an axe and lighter fluid

in the hardware store
because he was building

a fire pit,

while also being an asshole.

Being into home improvements
and assholery

aren't exactly
mutually exclusive,

-are they?
-True.

Please, can we move on
from the whole Gary thing

and just try
to focus on our family?

Speaking of which,

I've got something exciting
to show you.

Okay. Shut your eyes.

I may be giving this
too much of a buildup.

Please make sure
I don't hit a wall.

Careful, careful. Right.

Now, it's not exactly
a "Queer Eye" reveal

but it's something ready
for a new generation of Fishers.

Okay.

You've put a dent in the place.

Miles Davis.

There was no way
I was painting this whole room

without getting
your approval first.

It's perfect.

I'm not gonna lie,
it kind of matches your eyes.

I also changed all
of the locks to keep out Naveen.

-I'll get it.
-No.

You've done enough
for the night.

I'll go, uh, take him
for a walk.

-You sure?
-Yes.

Honey, Miles is gonna be
so happy growing up here.

-I love you.
-I love you.

Good job.

We're just gonna say
a quick goodnight.

Samira.

What are you doing here?

I just wanted to say thank you

for being there for me
the past few days.

Oh, well, I'm happy to be

and I'm happy you're here.

For you.

In case you ever need it.

Oh, well, I'm honored

and humbled
by this symbol of your trust.

And know
that if you ever need someone,

I mean, Rob and I are glad
to keep a key safe for you too.

Oh, what a nice thought.

Goodnight, Samira.

Goodnight.

♪ Something bad ♪
♪ Is about to happen to me ♪

♪ I just hope ♪
♪ She don't wanna leave me ♪

♪ Don't you give me up ♪

♪ Please don't give up on me ♪

♪ I belong with you ♪
♪ And only you, baby ♪

♪ Only you, my girl, ♪
♪ Only you, babe ♪

♪ Only you, darling, ♪
♪ Only you, babe ♪

♪ Only you, my girl, ♪
♪ Only you, babe ♪

♪ Only you, darling, ♪
♪ Only you ♪

♪ Something bad ♪
♪ Is about to happen to me ♪

♪ Why I feel this way, ♪
♪ I don't know, maybe ♪

♪ I think of her so much ♪
♪ It drives me crazy ♪

♪ I just don't want her ♪
♪ To leave me ♪

I think you'd like
our new neighbor, Marty.

♪ Please don't give up ♪
♪ On me ♪

♪ I belong... ♪

Goodnight, my love.

♪ Only you, baby ♪

♪ Only you, my girl, ♪
♪ Only you, babe ♪

♪ Only you, darling, ♪
♪ Only you, babe ♪

♪ Only you, my girl, ♪
♪ Only you, babe ♪

♪ Only you, darling, ♪
♪ Only you ♪

♪ What if she's fine? ♪

♪ It's my mind that's wrong ♪

The voice mailbox

you are trying to reach is full.

Please try
your call again later.

♪ What if she's fine? ♪

♪ It's my mind that's wrong ♪

♪ And I just let ♪
♪ Bad thoughts ♪

♪ Linger for far too long ♪

♪ Don't you give me up ♪

♪ Please don't give up on me ♪

♪ I belong with you ♪

♪ Only you, baby ♪

♪ Only you, my girl, ♪
♪ Only you, babe ♪

♪ Only you, darling, ♪
♪ Only you, babe ♪

♪ Only you, my girl, ♪
♪ Only you, babe ♪

♪ Only you, darling, ♪
♪ Only you ♪

Way to put ash in Ashfield.

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