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I comb the crowd and pick you out, My mouth moves too fast for you to figure it out, It starts eyes closed to fingers crossed, To I swear, I say, To hands between legs, to, whatever it takes, To drinks at the club to the bar, To the keys to your car, To hotel stares/stairs to the emergency exit door. To the love, I left my conscience pressed, Between the pages of the Bible in the drawer, "What did it ever do for me?" I say, It never calls me when I'm down, Love never wanted me, But I took it anyway, Put your ear to the speaker, And choose awe or sympathy, But never both, Love never wanted me.
Annons
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Anonymous
Sat 5 Aug 2006 00:43
han är så snyggggg.
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