one thousand nine hundred ninety something
years after christ
the price won't
Don't tell me that I'm not yours
'Cause I am of
By the pond
In the water
Catching frogs
In the summer
That formation in
I was shot when I saw him
I guess he was
And even my head, playing it's part
It's not time
We can't
I am so tired babe
Don't hold me down
Just get up
Turn the lights
Way down low
Calm the skys
And even though
I am
When I Hated Him (Don't Tell Me)
In the silent parlor
If you like it
I might drop by
All the flowers you
He likes to argue
She likes it loud
He likes his bath
And the picture I left
Doesn't speak too highly of me
Now
I'll never get too cold with you
I'll never lose control
And
I was shocked when I saw him
I guess, he was
Turn the lights way down low
I'm disguised even though
I'm not
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