Look at you
Knockin' at my door
What he'd do
He hasn't done
A woman's voice can drug you
It happens all the time
You
Everybody wants an apology
Me from you and you from me
The
Well, some things I'm built for fixin'
Make more sense to
One for the trouble, two for the time
The neophyte lays
Don't want to run with the crowd no more
Had enough
He didn't even get to see the summer settin'
Dyin' all
I like the way you freckle
I like way you peel
I
I like the way you freckle
I like way you peel
I
Werewolves howl, vampires bite
Why'd I let you out of my
Well I, yeah, I'm stuck, I'm a mess
Like the stain
They came out of the woodwork
To watch us do our
Nowhere to run, pick a direction
Chinese New Year, I spied
Well, life is for the living and death is for
Let's talk about old friends
Let's talk about old friends
Let's talk
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