it's plain to see. there's something wrong. and now you're
so now you're saying that it's over, and still i
i can clearly see what i am gonna be...
i'm turing
i know when you sleep your eyes are like stars
there's something i can't explain about you, that makes me
it's not to hard to say the wrong thing...
but sometimes
never seen your face before tonight...
but i want to see
why do you ask me when you think you already
it seems so strange that i still hold you dear...
it
it's friday night. i'm all alone, wondering when you are
you always said there'd come a time when i wouldn't
tonight you're mine, maybe for the last time as i
give me what i need to make it through tomorrow.
i tried to believe in all that i am
but i
and i thought i knew what it was,i thought i
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