Well said in my head
Dumb it down
Well screamed that was
Things got better when you left
Your friends always say that
But
I can drive by
in your overtime
we can play around till
On the first day
I set the scene on a magazine
And
Well at least this time you were right and you
Down in the boat it was strange not to know
Hate it when the truth unravels hate it when we
I look on now
Either way that the wind blows
I
I want a color TV
And a newspaper blocking the door
I
First
I bit you and spit you out
When there was a
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