I say, I say, I say, I say
1, 2, 3,
I'm a blue period Picasso stuck on a wall
In the
We stayed and talked about fear
She won't cry and this
I'm losing my mind way behind
I'm losing my mind, that's
Please put Chastity's books and magazines away
'Cause they don't move
Tell me how, do I
get to know you
You untie
Oh, this morning sure could've changed our past
Oh, please just
Hey, shut the fuck up boy
You are starting to piss
Do this thing, this type of thing
Put a little money
Things aren't working out like they're supposed to,
but at least
I feel it
Can you feel it?
There's something in the air
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Baby went to Amsterdam
She put a little money into traveling
Now
Taking a picture
of you and you
sits on my shoulder,
When you decided to knock on my door
Did your remember
I remember when, when I first moved here
A long time
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