Paroles:
Edie Carey Come Close

all alone Then you run me off the road And I don't even come close to minding I don?t even come close to minding I don?t even come close to minding

No, no I can't be trusted Driving out here alone With these thoughts ?Cause my brakes are busted And the engine's shot The heat serves to keep you

If you didn't know I liked you You're pretty bright you'll probably figure it out now Or maybe you think I just like to Dress up in white and throw

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