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SILVERSTEIN/THE IDES OF MARCH
Tie me up with sheets, and hang me from your tree.
I'll stay out here all night.
It doesn't even matter. As long as I can see into your room, and feel like I'm inside your life, I'll follow you forever.
Don't cut me down just yet, I'll make things right again. Don't close your blinds on me. I will never recover from this, I will believe in this again.
I can never go back to the way i used to be before this started. The snow won't go away, my nose runs down my face.
No one sees me here. It doesn't even matter.
And every step I take I stay in the same place, I can't begin to start again, why can't I just be perfect?
You've seen my ghost and you'll never forget it.
My face is as white as the snow that haunts me.
Your windows my door and nothing can stop me. Sometimes betrayal can make you happy.
Tie me up with sheets, and hang me from your tree.
I'll stay out here all night.
It doesn't even matter. As long as I can see into your room, and feel like I'm inside your life, I'll follow you forever.
Don't cut me down just yet, I'll make things right again. Don't close your blinds on me. I will never recover from this, I will believe in this again.
I can never go back to the way i used to be before this started. The snow won't go away, my nose runs down my face.
No one sees me here. It doesn't even matter.
And every step I take I stay in the same place, I can't begin to start again, why can't I just be perfect?
You've seen my ghost and you'll never forget it.
My face is as white as the snow that haunts me.
Your windows my door and nothing can stop me. Sometimes betrayal can make you happy.
Visa toppen
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