I've figured out how to paint by numbers
by one
Cursed with a love that you can't express
It's not for
She was calling around to find half an hour
She walked
I do get lonely
So many nights, spent soaking beans
And
Well, it ain't no use to sit and wonder why,
Welcome to the garden of Eden
Can you see even me,
i saw you on the street
with the last of
Somebody to rough you up
Somebody to make it tough
Somebody to
Humble pie on a paper plate
I don't like the guys
Sketching your faces, I still don't know your why you're
Don't say this:
"Leave me with your brown boots behind the
Who's in a bad mood?
Who's in a taxi?
Turning the clock
Drinks aside, it's time we tried to stay somewhere.
Take my
Summing up the courage
keeping up the cover
they won't see me
Whatever it is spit it into a bottle and sell
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