August
Saturday 5 April 2008 photo 2/3
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you come home in the evening with whiskey on your breath.
i dream about leaving, but i wake up with regrets.
the dinner that i made you, is slowly getting cold,
and you don't need to tell me that this is getting old.
cutting to the chase now, i'll save us both some time.
make it easier somehow to leave this all behind.
now you said, baby i'm not perfect, thats just the way it is.
well, anyone can see that, but i need more than this.
it aint enough, it aint half of what you owe me.
it's just my luck to find someone like you.
it aint enough, it aint half of what you told me.
it aint enough.
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