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The first time I saw you Back against the wall I knew we would make it Yeah, we could have it all I told you before boy You know I like your style And
I'm going crazy Trying to keep you sane You're taking my prescriptions And forging my name I was happy this morning You finally got yourself dressed
We're in your bed, we're on the floor Sold my soul for just one more I reach to touch, your broken hips I pull you in, close as I kiss Come on, come
Put down that cigarette My heart's not eating yet Put down that cigarette Please don't turn away I don't have much to say Say it anyway Ooh, forever
Hey there, boy You're beautiful Told you so But you still don't know Hey, hey, cut it out What you gonna do about it? I don't wanna go home unless I'
Where did she go? Where did she go? Where did she go? Where did she go? I play a silly game Where I'm dressed up in drag Wasted, smoking a fag In clothes
I've been waiting for you so long waste away, without you i'm gone now you're here and no what you say to me cut their way through the eyes
My love, I lack the confidence To say what's on my mind I guess I'm prone to shaking, sweat Confounded every time I see you do the things you do Pale
Wait Wait for me I'm making you wait Wait for me Chained Chained to me I'm keeping you chained Chained to me The words I'm saying They fall on deaf ears
And they meet Late on a Saturday In the grip Of winter's chapped lips One's blind To all he has inside One's sure That he knows what life's got in store
My love, I lack the confidence To say what's on my mind I guess I'm prone to shake and sweat Confounded every time I see you do the things you do Pale
She said that she loved me She said that she cared And then she turned and walked away from you Like you weren't even there I sent her those letters
Are you listening to anything I say? I talk in between when you're looking away And when I wonder what you're thinking When you stare into space Oh, oh
If you have the midas touch Why does everything around here look like rust? And if your house is in such perfect order Why are your kids running around
He kept trying He kept trying But he couldn't find out Why he couldn't stop crying Only so many songs can be sung With two lips, two lungs and one
what you give or give out is the only thing that really counts will you stay? here, stay around and we'll both start working this out but it's not just
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