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or i just really used to love him
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or i just really used to love him
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so why did i kiss him so hard late last friday night
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And keep on letting him change all my plans, it s just lush, cause it isn t the rush of remembering
Or i just really used to love him, i need to be bled dry to quit
that what isn t the red we painted
They dried to dust, even remembering
i sure hope that s it ll
That signature thing that used to bring a following, so why did i kiss him so hard late last friday night
So why did i kiss him so hard late last friday night, i need to be bled dry to quit, and keep on letting him change all my plans
Even remembering, or i just really used to love him
I should have no trouble now to keep from following, i need to be bled dry to quit, i m either so sick in the head
so why did i kiss him so hard late last friday night
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and that signature thing is only growing harrowing
i should have no trouble now to keep from following
That signature thing that used to bring a following, i sure hope that s it sometimes Sick, and keep on letting him change all my plans
it s just rust
Or i just really used to love him, or i just really used to love him
but it isn t the red we painted
i m either so sick in the head
it s just rust
Or i just really used to love him, or i just really used to love him
I need to be bled dry to quit, even remembering
It s just rust, i need to be bled dry to quit
They dried to dust, that signature thing that used to bring a following, my feet of clay
i need to be bled dry to quit
Or i just really used to love him, and keep on letting him change all my plans Tymps, even remembering
so why did i kiss him so hard late last friday night
It s just rust, it s just lush
and keep on letting him change all my plans
They ve dried to dust, the times were goin boom and boom and bust, that signature thing that used to bring a following
Even remembering, they dried to dust in, cause it isn t the rush of remembering
That signature thing that used to bring a following, the times were goin boom and boom and bust