June
July 2010
Well its about time I turned you on Well its about time I got your attention Well its about time you heard this sing Well its about time you took a listen
Oh What have I done to the girl of my dreams She meant everything, everything Lifeless and wrapped up in our bed sheets She meant everything, everything Love driven murder the thought tast
Broadway Dear Self Stop eating your own foot Try saying something worth listening to Cause every time you cover up Your problems you say "This was the last time I'll never do it again" To feel like
So baby keep my heart beat b-beat beat beating. And the soul reason i keep believing, and we're gonna die like this you know oh oh oh. Beat beat b-beat beat beating a-beat beat b-beat beat
Fake and you'll get what you want just fake, i'll be stupid enough to think that your words make believe and you wouldn't lie to a friend like me but it's easy to let me know that your self-righteous
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