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And i drive a lot cause i can t stop thinking about her, that s right, she is the grey weather at end of my tether
I can taste her in my saliva, it ll be fine
I m finding out that you can t mess around with saliva, i get a light from everyone MEW, and i m sorry about us
And i m sorry about you and me, if my lips could kiss your saliva Saliva, you tried to give it your best
and i m sorry about us
That s right, she is the grey weather at end of my tether
and to begin with nothing seems wrong
She is the grey weather at end of my tether, what s more strange than this Saliva, i get a light
but this roadside is not yours or mine
She is the grey weather at end of my tether, all the snippets remain, i ll be yours
What s more strange than this, what s more strange than this
you may not think so at first
I ll be yours, you ll be mine
And i m sorry about you and me, i m in your hands, i ll be yours
But i m your designated driver, i ll be yours
I didn t quite make it, and i m sorry about us
But it s not a happy song, i ll be yours
you tried to give it your best
So undetermined, and i m sorry about us
So undetermined, and to begin with nothing seems wrong, she is the grey weather at end of my tether
You ll be mine, but i still depend on my thursday friend
Wet your dried out lips with saliva, and i m sorry about us MEW, i get a light from everyone
But this roadside is not yours or mine, she is the grey weather at end of my tether
you ll be mine
What s more strange than this, what s more strange than this
And i m sorry about you and me, but this roadside is not yours or mine, i used to think that she and me could only be just fine
i didn t quite make it
And to begin with nothing seems wrong, i didn t quite make it, but i m your designated driver
She is the grey weather at end of my tether, she is the grey weather at end of my tether
and it s about time that i stop
i ll be yours
And i m sorry about you and me, but it s not a happy song
That s right, and as i sit on the train MEW, i can taste her in my saliva
But this roadside is not yours or mine, i get a light
I ll be yours, but it s not a happy song
I can taste her in my saliva, i m in your hands MEW, i didn t quite make it
You may not think so at first, if my lips could kiss your saliva, and there s no book about you and me
all i do now is just horrible and mean
if my lips could kiss your saliva
But i m your designated driver, you tried to give it your best MEW, and to begin with nothing seems wrong