Won't you please let me go
These words lie inside they
You're thirty-two year old roommate
is gonna miss you terribly
I'm gonna
This is not a test or an SOS
I'm no longer
You gotta let go when they get that old
You
I fell asleep on our first date
I fell asleep on
Don't let them in; they could be hypnotized
You can't tell
Washing off last night's fake blood
From an even faker cut
Some
Sometimes I want to get married
Other times I want
red headed, and sweet
only seventeen
saw you in some kind of
Dive if you take her as your bride
When she's wrong
I listen to Tchaikovsky and cry
Pour myself a glass of
Add nice
Sugar and spice
I'll take you on a cruise to
Darlin', look how young we are
Wishing on the stars
Sleeping in
No, I can't forget this evening
Or your face as
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