Through the ceiling they really mean it
she's in Alcatraz
Don't call, don't come around
she said to me
for
All you're lies are the best I've ever heard
and
Here's to the future
forget about your past
here's to
I think you ought to know
it cuts right to
We used to love each other
And now Im having
She's got a temper like a hurricaneLike Gasoline to a
Who saidBroken pieces don't mendI sayI say to think againYou
ChorusI can't have you, and I don't have moneyAnd if
I don't want somebody elseAnd I don't need anybody elseYou're
I don't wanna watch the street or TVI don't wanna
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