We're the guys who don't drink at your party
We're the
Deja vu. What to do?
I'm so afraid I'll lose me
Pretty little Jesus girl sitting in your room
Thinking about how
She's in my Math class
But more and more she's in
Choke back the tears you've held so many years
So many
It's been a long December
And I can not remember
A time
The end is coming at me fast
Nothing these days seem
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