I never met a girl like you beforeYou always wait
And once again we are in jeopardyOur crimes are aging
Four in the morning I’m goneDriving toward the conquering of
Well I've seen you as you wonderI surely know you
Days of Hunger won't you buy them for meIn my
I always wished to be aroundMe brother's kids as they
Wish I'd find a way to tell herHow she's everything
In my head there's a melodyThat i hearOnce it held
I am the worst addictI suffer many thrillsThat always leave
On this birthdayI dream awayIt’s a pile of hayIn my
Broken hearts seem not far awayWon’t you meet me there‘Cause
Well I dreamed of you my loveOn that grassy hill
I sit aloneOn a wooden chairThe windows are shutI don't
I can see a bright light up the hill thereWay
He never took a paperNever took his penBecause he knewHe
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