It's only been an hour but I think I feel
Pornography
Well, I pretend I can't hang up the phone
'Cause if
Lets write a song, baby
My balls are bigger than a
Hey fair weather friend,
You know you're ripping me down again,
And
You think I don't see you but I do
Creepin? around
Just tell me his name, just tell me you didn't
1, 2, 3, 4
My name is Randall
No, I don't think
She stands on the deck hear
To watch all the landslides
She's
Hey there, Mr. Marlboro man, what you gonna do
When there's
Bumping around in the back
In the dark I see people
Huddled
Over and under we ride
In love with the suicide
Here we
I know I'm a little erratic
And sometimes my chickens are
I'd trade all my sunshine, for twin towers to hide
Christopher calls me
He calls me complaining
He?s already waited
Too long to
That night that you got on a plane to Los
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