i need a bigger mood
to block out the sun
i don't
I'm holdin' on
waiting for your call
it's simple but I can't
I understand your point of view
So what do i
I'll make you a five star enemy
I've taken a
Quicksilver and wax
You don't have to ask,
Black satellite
I wanna get out, when evereything is alright,
Can't you see
She's on fire, like a rocket
spinning out of control
Try
I don't need to know why
Cause tomorrow I'll be fine
I
She paints her nails and she don't know
He's got her
I see you in a daydream
Turn it on now make
I don't understand
How we drift so far away
I
She likes the boys in the band
I'm moving fast
I wanna turn you on again,
Turn you around and maybe
Nobody really knows the pain
But everybody knows your name
got nothing to lose this time
and I’m bored with the
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