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When I'm done with thinking. Then I'm done with you. And when I'm done with crying. And then I'm done with you. When I feel so tired. And then I'm done with you You know everybody feels this way
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I'd play all day if I could. But I haven't got all the time in the world Your head hangs down, hangs down. Your face so long, so long. Your weight carries. Your weight carries so hard Baby, brothe
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I didn't come this far. For you to make this hard for me. And now you want to ask me "how"?. It's like how does your heart beat, why do you breathe?. How does your heart beat and why do you breath
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I was quiet, I was tired. And I wanted you to bring me up. (I wanted you to make it stop). (I wanted you to bring me up) You were wrong and I was right. And I wanted you to bring me up. (Mmm, you
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I like things that are so good. You are so, so good. I like you But I am the underdog. I am the last in line. Don't be the enemy. Don't stand in back of me Freezing, boring. Wondering where I'll
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Everybody go, the party's over. I want to be alone in my head. In my bed tonight you never show. You must really love her. You think I don't know but I do. Yeah it's true, I think over is over I'
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Waiting for the super buzz. The second dose, the inspiration. But something strange is going on. I'm in the middle of another stupid conversation I can't believe so many days have gone by. Since I
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"It's not really poetry but it's pretty", he said. As he raises his voice, she lowers her head. "It makes my heart heavy, you're lonely, I think. Oh, Rose, you're sad, I suppose" But look in her be
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I told you I was sorry, I told you I was wrong. I said it was an accident and don't tell anyone. But you love to circle round and round, you're so misunderstood. Yeah, you love to circle round and
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I'm stuck in my apartment on Eleventh Street, I push the pen around. Something made me think of you, I jump into a cab going downtown. . Do you know what I really want?. I don't know what I really
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She can't tell me that all of the love songs have been written,. 'cause she's never been in love with you before. Your skin smells lovely like sandalwood. Your hair falls soft like animals. I'm tr
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Waiting for wednesday, my stomach doesn't hurt enough. Pain always is the sign. Waiting for wednesday, no proof of mine exists,. So I don't have to take it back. Don't want to show you good-bye,.