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| So I'm moving to New York 'cos I've got issues with my sleep, looks like Christmas came early, Christmas came early for me. | |
| Pretty please, I know it's a drag, wipe you're eyes and put up your head, I wish you could be happy instead... | |
| You and I buy Star Maps and drive my car around Los Angeles. | |
| And who do you think you are, running round leaving scars, collecting your (song title). | |
| You know the bed feels warmer, sleeping here alone. | |
| Do you know what it feels like, to be the last one, to know the lock on the door has changed? | |
| My friends are in the bathroom getting higher than the Empire State | |
| I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late... | |
| R.I.P to the girl you used to see, her days are over. | |
| Every week's the same, stuck in school so lame | |
| | Lyrics | Song | Artist(s) |
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| No I can't read you I wish I knew what was going through your mind | |
| I don't want to be the girl who laughs the loudest, or the girl who never wants to be alone | |
| Let's go to the beach, let's go get away | |
| I'll make you bloom like a flower that you've never seen | |
| You shout it out, but I can't hear a word you say | |
| You know that I'm a crazy b****, I do what I want when I feel like it | |
| Feigning joy and surprise, at the gifts we despise over mulled wine, with you | |
| Little diddy, 'bout Jack and Diane, two American kids growing up, in the heartlands | |
| I gotta say what's on my mind, something about us, doesn't seem right these days | |
| And all the bad boys, are always catching my eye | |
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