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it seems these days no one is lonley allways sayin honey on the phone
nobody is alone nobody is a rolling stone no one is a buried bone
i see faces on the screen they smile at me keeps me company
evrybody should have that kind of friend you lay naked in bed with laugh alot
talk shit when time just passes by yo window so? i aint gettin low for you
when the sky is dark i see blue eyes spark i feel fine cuz the moon fucking shine
the summer is gone but i got spring on the phone and the white aint all that bad
its kind of sweet to be sad you write all that good poetry you never write when your glad
you loose some pounds and stay on the ground for a while you stay of the whine, you stay for the whine
whyning like a childish baby
crying like a pretty lady looking like a mess sittin around waiting for death to come down,
and finnish your chess.
such a sucky beautiful day nothing to say nothing to do trying to get the flue create something new
i called my pal but he was busy fucking his gal, but who cares i´m busy talking to the wall
such a mess with such a petite finess i´m not bitter its winter and evrbody twitter.
today i saw a guy at the stoore he was realy tall
if he should fall he´d hit the floor hard
then he was gone like a dog chase he´s bone
i dont know if i´m alone, i got drunk again and lost my phone.
look at the applefree appletree
the garden left to die
look at the gay purple in the sky
dont cry for me buy me a margerita
and i´ll be your lonley seniorita for a while.
nobody is alone nobody is a rolling stone no one is a buried bone
i see faces on the screen they smile at me keeps me company
evrybody should have that kind of friend you lay naked in bed with laugh alot
talk shit when time just passes by yo window so? i aint gettin low for you
when the sky is dark i see blue eyes spark i feel fine cuz the moon fucking shine
the summer is gone but i got spring on the phone and the white aint all that bad
its kind of sweet to be sad you write all that good poetry you never write when your glad
you loose some pounds and stay on the ground for a while you stay of the whine, you stay for the whine
whyning like a childish baby
crying like a pretty lady looking like a mess sittin around waiting for death to come down,
and finnish your chess.
such a sucky beautiful day nothing to say nothing to do trying to get the flue create something new
i called my pal but he was busy fucking his gal, but who cares i´m busy talking to the wall
such a mess with such a petite finess i´m not bitter its winter and evrbody twitter.
today i saw a guy at the stoore he was realy tall
if he should fall he´d hit the floor hard
then he was gone like a dog chase he´s bone
i dont know if i´m alone, i got drunk again and lost my phone.
look at the applefree appletree
the garden left to die
look at the gay purple in the sky
dont cry for me buy me a margerita
and i´ll be your lonley seniorita for a while.
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