| Here I am standing on my own Not a motion from the telephone I know not a reason why Solitudes a reason to die |
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| But this I ask, it's what I want to know How would you feel, if I should choose to go Another guy, you think it'd be unlikely |
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| Why am I still hanging around, When I know it brings me down, I'm hating everything. And you are getting rides home in his car Making out on his front yard I'm hating everything. |
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| He pauses shaving and he tells himself that he is the bomb She has her curlers set her credit cards are paying the funds He's not that old, I've been told a strong sexual goal He g |
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| Sip a drink of the alcohol end up kneeling in bathroom stalls Eyes are red and my movements slow too high, got vertigo |
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| And maybe I'll see you at a movie sneak preview You'll show up and walk by on the arm of that guy |
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| I show up at 3am She's still up watching Vacation, and I See her pretty face It takes me away to a better place and |
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| Remember when I was in the grocery store, now's my time Lost the words, lost the nerve, lost the girl, left the line |
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| Cause I love your little motions You do with your pigtails What a nice creation Worth another night in jail |
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| You're cold with disappointment While I'm drowning in the next room The last contagious victim of this plague between us I'm sick with apprehension |
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| Look to the past And remember and smile. And maybe tonight I can breathe for awhile. |
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'The' Bands
VH1's 100 Songs ('90s)
Finish the Lyric
