Can't go home right now, and that's the truth
Julie
With my cards on the table
She could see the
I'm alone and I'm cold
Just another number on another road
I'm
Now and again I've got a lot to say
And I
One of those fucking awful black days
When nothing is
I could be someone else if you'd rather
Try to win
It came to me like a voice from above
Or like
I may be leaving, but it's okay
To say what you're
It's a lie, it's fake, but it's the dream, living
Without love
Without hate
Without anyone who I even allowed
To find out
There's not much to say for me
That's ok, you
Happy's just a state of mind
And a state of mind
If you combine flattery
With a long history
Then there are no
Now I'm haunted by dreams of you
And all of the
With your knife and your bottle and your silver spoon
No
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