I read you and God, I'm good at it, I'm
Lung of love leaves me breathless
Tongue of fool lap me
I join the queue on your answer phone
And all I
Where have all the good men gone
And where are all
I don't know where to start
Say I'm tired or throw
Drink up baby down
Are you in or are you out?
Leave
Sometimes I like to get away
From this maddening shroud
Sometimes I
Pay close attention
Don't listen to me from now
George will be
What's that you're saying there
Oh well
Rain rushing window pain
Oh well
Can't
If this is a question
Is maybe, a lie?
If yes doesn't
How did you get this number?
I can't get my head
Sunbeam, stop tugging me
Pull that door shut, quietly
Darling, what are
Well painted passion, you rightly suspect
Impersonation, the dumbing down of
A new kind of love
Genetically altered
Enough of love life
And I
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