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waiting for you to come home. i'm happy alone, i like these four walls i'll sit by the phone, making sure that you don't call. i don't care at all, it

it to you. cashbox jukebox brain control. every song is perfect, and every face is perfect, impersonal and perfect. jesus h. christ take a look at us, the sum of all

feed. best bring your manners or you won't get served. "what's cooking?" it's up to her! hotplate-served with a smile. hotplate, she likes it all the

i thought you could take me away for a minute, but now i know it was just that way for a minute. i told no lies, no alibis, our little love was real

cruel, the lies turn white. i called and couldn't reach you, i got too hung up. i'm a phase that you've outgrown, lying in the darkness all alone. you

and the parts, got to keep it running another year or two. what does she say every time i drive away in her dad's old subaru? household appliances, all