Won't you please let me go
These words lie inside they
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'm crying all alone in the rain
Though it's not as
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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