No one left to burn
They sell your face
You try to
Sometimes I follow you
I look through your window
And I watch
One's all I need
Maybe two or three
Try it
If I could start all over with you again
I'd change
What'cha got, what'cha got, that no one else does?
You pretend,
It's all too much to take in
Like a child, I
Were you standing in the corner
Was that you that I
Catalogs filled with shiny new things
Perfect children swinging on their
call me anytime
i'll be right there for you
i'll lift you
Jenny, I have this perfect dream
We are close and
Go out
Out of your house
Get in
Inside your car
Drive to your
Just the way I saw you reach out, touch his
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