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
Are those tear drops
That you're crying
Tell me if there's something
Jenny, I have this perfect dream
We are close and
Go out
Out of your house
Get in
Inside your car
Drive to your
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